Shayla picked her white head up off of her paws, "Sure," she replide, getting up form her spot on the ground.She padded off at a quick trot, her head low to the ground trying to find scent trails. Mostly all she could smell was blood, blood of others and some game. She stopped and searched her surroundings. Soul was right, it would get dark soon. Again, the white she-wolf scented the air, her mouth partly open. She could smell wolves, and small prey, no big game though. The deer and such came out in the morning and retreated into the city durning the night. Shayla sighed and trotted on, following the scent of squirrles.
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Noah cursed to himself and stood up from his stalking position, growling softly. "Vermin," he mumbled as he turned around in defeat and padded off. The stupid fox had yet again stole the bird he had found. Noah could have gone after it, if the little thing hadn't dissapered across the stream and into the shadows of the bushes. The Eurasion wolf sat down in the covers of some bushes, scraping his claws agaisnt the vines.
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The Timber wolf's paws slammed down ontop of the phesent. Matthew smirked to him smelf, giving a joyful bark. His muzzle was already stained red from the older wolf who challenged him eariler. So, the birds blood mixed right in. He tore at his meal, swollowing it down quickly. When he was done, he happliy chewed on the small bones, licking the rest of the meat off.








