Zozane wrote:"None of your damn buisness!" Bandit snapped at her, clearly annoyed. "Screw off, fae. I have more important things to do. I have a hangnail," With a stiff tail, he padded away. In truth, he belonged to no pack, nor did he ever want to be.
Zozane, watch your language.
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Falcon strutted to Hazel's den, making sure to puff out his chest, holding his head high and flexing his muscles to impress. He approached the den, a nervous, dorky smile on his face. "Hi Storm," he greeted her, dipping his head. "Want to come hunting with us?"
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Jay halted, noticing the pups' scents were far away. He sat there waiting for them to come. "It's ok, all I have to rely on is my nose and sense of touch nowadays!" he barked.