(*) Rust is Boat Canver (*) -- Hunting Fields

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Date Posted: 08:39:00 06/17/09 Wed
Author: Kosses
Subject: (*) Rust is Boat Canver (*)
In reply to: Krenia 's message, "Re: New Scents" on 18:10:09 06/16/09 Tue

(*) As the male dropped his meal, her ears picked up. His stance still said dominance but the drop of his meal suggested submission. Mixed as the signals were, she kept her feet rooted to the cold earth. But his words confirmed his dominance and with a snarl she resented them. �Fill your bellies� his tone made it sound like they were pups disobeying a father. Who said they�re drag it back to the pack lands of the neutrals? Kosses was thinking more along the lines of dragging the blood carcass all the way to the West Wing. Her bloody maw snorted as he kicked up each paw and raced from the lands. She followed him with her eyes, still crouching over her prey as he moved. Kosses wasn�t really sure if she was up for pack mates again. With the disappearance of the male, her eyes swiveled back to Ice. �What do you say, lady?� Beady and intense, her eyes suggested more than her words could ever say.

The words lost meaning as her radio towers picked up another movement from a different direction. Could it be that the egotistical male was rounding back to steal the meal after all? She heard the ground shift under the heavy movement of a beast colliding with another. She lowered to the earth over her meal, blood dripping from her teeth to reunite with it�s source. Bloody hell. There were too many wolves around for her to enjoy this meal. �Did you hear that?� Her voice was merely audible, directed to Ice in hushed vocals. She and Ice were buddies now, if the female liked it or not. (*)

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Replies:

::I haven't Forgotten You:: -- Black Ice, 09:43:00 06/17/09 Wed
- Muted Ways -- Krenia, 06:57:32 06/22/09 Mon