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[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Punk looked down at Angel and he nodded. "Yeah I'm pretty hungry too, why don't you and me see about some food," He said with a grin getting to his feet. "I'll even teach you a thing or two about hunting," He responded.

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra opened her eyes. She had been asleep for not long but it was really no use. She got to her paws and blinked her eyes open. Still she couldn't see. Sandra sniffed the air, she smelled no prey. Only the odd, salty scent of ocean. She would return to the others but she didn't want to. Not with Punk deciding he was alpha. And that whole "daddy" business, it made Sandra sick. Punk was a nothing but a narcissistic mutt, how could Angel ever trust him. Let alone call him "daddy".

[Mimi-911]

Lilly Rose wandered around, limping on her paw but walking nontheless. She paused and raised her nose to the air. A scent, closer to her than the others, wafted towards her. Along with blood. Curiousity and concern overwhelmed her, and she trotted towards it, no weight bearing down oon her paw. Then the dog appeared. Being around the same height as the terrier, Lilly walked towards her, calling, "Are you ok?"

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra turned her head to the noise. "Yes, I'm alright." she lied. Sandra kept her eyes shut, in an attempt to cover up the bleeding and swelling but it was dreadfully obvious. She wasn't in any mood to be pitied, especially by a dog she didn't know. Well, since she couldn't see it was hard to tell one dog from another but she had a different voice then the others.

[Mimi-911]

Lilly studied Sandra with one eye rraised. It was only slightly obvious that she had been hurt, but the Cattle Dog wasn't one to ask. "Whatever." She replied cautiously approaching the other dog. "I can tell you're a bit peeved, so I won't bother asking." She wagged her tail, not quite knowing if Sandra could see or not.

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra didn't know how she should take that. As an insult, a joke or just a sentence? If she could see the body stance of the other dog maybe she would have some sort of idea of what the dog had intended. But of course, Sandra couldn't see. So she just stared blankly, her eyes not exactly pointed at the other dog but instead off in the distance.

[omori]

Abi stood dumbly. She watched as everything was torn apart in front of her. And it was especially odd that she hadn't contributed to any of it. She stood silently, eyes shooting back and forth between the arguing groups. She felt neither sad nor happy, angry nor jealous, no feelings at all until Sandra snapped at Angel.

It was true, Abi was jealous of the motherly bond, for reasons she hadn't spoken of yet; but she wouldn't stand for such behavior, not after the commitment she had made to the pup. So she raised her nose and tried to scent out Sandra's path. Pure anger, that's what drove her. There was still reason in her mind, but not enough to calm her. Something had to be done, so she continued until her paws were sore, until she felt as though she would pass out.

At last, after running miles, Abi came upon two scents. One seemed familiar but she couldn't remember exactly who, but the other was surely enough, Sandra,

She was there on the edge of the jungle, with another dog she had surely seen before; but she pretended she wasn't there. Standing tall, Abi raised her voice and spoke sternly.

"Get up," she commanded. "How dare you treat anyone like that, after all they've done for you." A small, short snarl escaped her throat before she shook her head. No, she thought. Remain reasonable.

"Punk saved your—no, our—lives. And that innocent puppy? You are her mother. She will overreact, she will be scared, and she will wish for things that may or may not come true. But you know what? That's what kids do. Now you stand up, you go back there, and you assume your position as her mother. Because I highly doubt Punk would become her father on purpose. Did you want him to say no and break her little heart, just like you did back there? Face your mistakes, Sandra. Don't run away. Or I swear to God you will rot in this jungle with nobody or nothing except you and your guilty little heart, and the thought that if something bad happens to Angel, it's your fault."

There was no pity in her voice, and Sandra deserved none. She was dead serious with her threat; it's not what she wanted, because she liked Sandra. But if she was going to run away from everything selfishly, then she deserved nothing but exile.

[Mario]

[I'm sorry about this guys, but I'm leaving Chicken Smoothie for personal reasons.]

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

(( Awww I'm sorry hun, Hate to see you go))

[dizzy hurricane.]

{ Sorry, guys, I'm going to have to leave this role play too. It moves too fast for me. When I'm asleep, you gain a lot of pages, usually. When I'm awake, we go nowhere. It's just not working out, I'm sorry.