by butteryPopcorn » Sun Jan 11, 2015 3:19 am
Bane had quickly slunk away. He saw Lucifer darting around the perimeter of camp. What a stupid wolf. Bane slipped into the forest, feeling a twinge of hunger. He hated to eat stockpile food, fresh kills were much more appetizing. He knew that during the slim winter months of the tundra, he would probably have to eat those carcasses. So why not hunt when you can? Paws crunching over the thin layer of white, sparking snow, breathing in crisp, cold air. It was a rejuvenating experience.

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