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- Lifting her head she turned and faced Jet. "To the meadow.. I need some 'fresh' air.." she replied quietly and somewhat irritatedly. She took the three smaller fish in her jaws and left the bigger fish for one of the wolves to eat. Phoebe turned around and leapt off the stream. She gracefully landed on the other side without a sound and slunk off toward the meadow. Her shoulders were hunched and body low. The fish's head just barely grazed the green grass, plush to her wet paws. Several moments later she vanished from the male and female's sight, yet the meadow was only several miles away. She loved the soft, tall grass of it. It was also silent and the sun was always shinning down, warming her gray pelt. Which is why she often lounged there in her free time. Usually when she was not hunting for the pack.
