Fang, now bored with doing nothing, got up and paced. It wasn't much to do, but it was something. It would also give him time to think about his feelings on recent events in the pack. The violence, arguing, and other such things, for example, were good things to keep his mind occupied with.
Crimson and Blaze, happy with their new-found freedom, basked in the sun. They were best friends, and if they weren't different breeds, they'd be sisters. They were a little bit away from the others, but close enough to hear some things that were directed at them.







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