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Star - Alpha of Midnight Pack
Throughout the day, she couldn't help but remember the face of her formal alpha. The terror that still lurked in his opened and lifeless eyes. The throat. In the morning, she knew she would have his body buried, but for now, it lied at the edge of camp, still and unmoving. She wished she knew who the culprit was so she could deal with him or her. Could it really be someone of the pack? The female rose to her paws and cautiously walk over to her formal alpha's corpse and swatted away flies that eagerly wanted him. Examining the throat, it was a dog who done this. A coyote couldn't of, nor a fox, a scent of either creature wasn't around, just the old and new scents of the pack that now was hers. Grief swelled inside her, she closed the dogs eyes and hovered over the dog. She known him for a while, not once did he speak nonsense or killed for sport. Who would kill an innocent alpha? An alpha who did nothing but cared and protected for so long..
Swift - Hunter of Midnight Pack
It's been few hours since the death of the packs previous alpha. He would of thought everyone got over the death, that was until he watched his mother dog walk over and grieve. He didn't understand grief all to well. He was when he heard howls and barks of the pack finding the dog dead. He didn't dare to bother his mother at this time, not when a murderer was loose, not when rumors are being spread. The male didn't think his own mother would accuse him, she wouldn't, but what if she did? He didn't want to risk that heart braking incident, so he kept quiet and watched from the other side of the camp.
Nimbus - Hunter of Midnight Pack
He had no words. He felt grief swell his insides, swell his lungs and heart. He couldn't bare it, even after it's been awhile since the discovery. He let out a soft whine, he seemed calm like usual, except he had anxiety that he was holding in, and only a hint of it escaped his maw, the soft whine.
Chance - Scout of Midnight Pack
She eyed every dog there was in the pack as she walk through camp. She studied every ones expressions, she gave the half wolf a longer glare then any one else before continuing to her den. He looks too calm, it has to be him! No dog should be calm when a murderer is somewhere! He isn't a dog, he's a wolf, a brutal creature that he is half of! Then again, she kept that to herself. She'd only tell that rumor to the ones she trust, right now, it was almost no one.