MerlinLuver wrote:Redclaw
I sat at the edge of camp, where I always did. Alone and didstant.
Wolffeather
I watched the floor, for any sign of movment. But all I found was a great big tail, that of scrawny weak fox. I poked it and there it sat. To weak to move. I know right off the bat I should kill it. But I couldn`t bring myself to do it. I pressed a mouse to its nose and watched it eat. I smiled, and it wagged its tail back, grateful. I knew, someday, this slight truce, would come in handy. I knew that this may also be my ticket to death. I fed the small fox a little more, it ate and ate, wagging its tail.
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