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[Beastlyhobbit]

Ruby looked up and saw the blizzard was coming to an end. The let out a sigh of happines.

[Sk8tr]

"I'd prefer to play it safe, lets just walk along until we find shelter for the rest of the night. We can't stay here." She licked his muzzle affectionately and found herself growing more passionate on instinct as she slid her head under his chin and gently and playfully nipped at his frosted pelt.

[Izellah]

Diesel saw tree roots and nodded in that direction. "We will rest here and when the wind has died we can look for others. "Okay?" He spoke quietly.

Kappa nodded and walked slowly. He chuckled and tugged her ear. He was careful of his paw placement and slightly wished they were back home,only sk he didn't have to worry for her safety. He bit her scruff in a possessive manner and growled playfully.

[Beastlyhobbit]

Ruby nodded she nuzzled Diesel happy to be with him.

[Izellah]

Diesel ushered her under the roots,which tangled into a cubby hole. He smiled and settled beside her. "I hope everyone is alright."

[Sk8tr]

Tori held back for wonder if she would hurt him, but kappa would probably give it to her if she went to far. Tiny growls ruptured from her throat and she tugged on his pelt and rubbed against his side. Careful of his wounds.

[Beastlyhobbit]

"I know they are. I have that feeling," said Ruby.

[light-racer]

Cole howled. Now he didn't know where Ace or Shadow were. He gave every bit of air he could gather and let out a heartwhrenching howl, desperate for a reply from one of them

[ιωιℓℓғιη∂үσυ]

Echo, Nahla and Shiver all walk out of their dens separately and watched the blizzard fade away while the others started moving again.

Cry struggled to her feet and looked outside, the winds have died down and the ground is still covered in snow but she didnt mind it much any more. She turned back to her mate and pup and smiled "i think we can go.." her voice was hush but she couldnt talk much louder at the moment.

{Bleh wb ;~;}

[Reaper *]

The hessian slowly heaved his broad bulk to stand upon stiffened appendages as the storm died out, forcin' himself to move outside from the 'tree den' after havin' to catch his balance [barely in time] for several moments. He paused to stretch almost painfully once he was out of the hollow, faint pops soundin' from his thick muscles; his ever-so-alert gaze went around the near alien-like land of snow, a continuous deep rumble of sorts [if one could call it a growl] rollin' from his barrel chest.