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[iVanilla]

Sparrow stretched out his legs and looked around the camp. While the others were hunting, he would stay and protect the camp. Ears pressed forward, he walked the perimeter. This was one of the more strenuous jobs because you never knew what would come at you. Sometimes nothing at all, sometimes a fire.

[Luna~tic]

Shadow
"Sorry." She whispered dropping down so low to the ground, her stomach was against the ground as she sneaked forward, and then waited for Mello to attack first.

[I am Pinkie Pie]

Mello flicked an ear irritably. "Shhh, get down," he breathed, voice no louder than the beating of a hummingbird's wings. Nodding to the new wolf with approval, he looked to Ocean and then began to crawl silently towards the doe, signaling that the hunt had started.

(Sorry I was gone for a couple of days.)

Ocean slowly inched toward the doe. She waited for Mello to attack first.

[I am Pinkie Pie]

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[Sharpie Sniffer]

(Sorry, school concert thing. Somehow got convinced to let people paint on my face and now have a potential break-out. Bleh.)

His weight shifted so evenly as he traversed the clearing that he made no sound at all. Nothing more than blades of grass stirred, even the lark's, nestled in their hollows, were oblivious. His breathing was so shallow that it appeared that he was not breathing at all. His stomach was clenched in knots, but he assumed from anxiety, neglecting the fact that this was the third sunrise that he had not feasted in. Now, sure that he was close enough to sprint and catch it by surprise, he prepared himself. Every tendon and ligament seemed to hold its breath as he crouched, legs coiled as tightly as springs, ready to be set off by the gentlest of motions. Just as he was about to launch the attack a loud, snarling sound was emitted from what seemed to be directly behind him. It stunned him to realize only a fraction of a second later that it was his stomach, gurgling and moaning at the temptation just beyond reach. His head snapped towards the doe, who was now on high-alert, ears perked and eyes bright. She spotted him almost as soon as he had realized that he had to act now. Just as the doe turned to bolt, he had sprung and was upon her. His teeth produced a loud clicking noise as his jaws snapped shut just a fraction of an inch from the doe's heels. Silently he cursed himself; because of him they may have lost their kill. He only hoped that one of the others would be fast enough to cut the doe off and bring it down...

[Sharpie Sniffer]

(Shoop da hoop...lalalalala...~)