War
male, 4, loner
hill
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War slowly woke up in the snow of the hill, covered in crisp, fresh snow. He stood up and shook his fur out, then looked around curiously. So he was still alive then. Eh. Was his new companion? He looked down to his side to see Calliope lying down, but awake. He watched her sleepily.
Merle
male, 3 months, pup
camp
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Merle had stayed in the tree all night and was soaking wet. He was still asleep, having a nightmare that he couldn't seem to wake up from.
He ran through the woods. But not fast enough. He ran past a dying Puck and jumped off of a ridge in the woods. Almost there. But not fast enough. He reached Borealis too late. She had looked up at him and asked him 'why did you take so long? Did you forget me?' He was unable to reply for some reason. He slowly tried to fix her wounds. But still not good enough. 'Why Merle? Do you treat all your friends like this?' He couldn't do it. Borealis died again in front of him. And the same thing happened over and over. Nonstop. Just him not being fast enough or good enough to help his friends. Each time was worse. Once he didn't even make it to the ridge and Borealis had died.