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Our Pups)
King smiled, then licked Eric softly, with the gentleness of a butterfly. For some odd reason, he was always gentle with pups. "Ill get food..." he said, padding past her. He started in a run, then dodged left and landed on a deer, finding its neck and biting it. He killed it, then drug it back into his den, dropping it next to his mate. He padded past her, then lay next to her.