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Date Posted: 20:07:25 02/11/03 Tue
Author: Tlaiga
Subject: .Poem.
In reply to: Arctic 's message, ">^<Phoque>^<" on 11:15:27 02/11/03 Tue

.Bluejay.

The alpha nuzzles Arctic, pleased at how he is growing so. She steps back for a moment, her jade eyes falling over his body. Arctic's gray frame is larger now, and Tlaiga knows that he has matured and grown since he first came to her grounds a little less than a month ago.

Yipping happily, the alpha gives her foster son a nip on his ear, her tail wagging to and fro. Now is the time to store the remaining meat in a cache- or several of them. Tlaiga moves over to the doe, proceeds to rip several pieces of meat off of her prey, then carries them to a freshly-dug hole in a nearby hill. After the first cache fills, Tlaiga makes one other small one accross the creek, and fills it with three larger meat chunks.

Afterward, the ebony wolf returns to the skeletonial deer, which has only two large hunks of flesh left on its body: the head, and part of the chest. Motioning for Arctic to rip the breast meat from the doe, Tlaiga begins the arduous process of dismembering the head from the body. After a minute or two, the wolfess finally is rewarded as the neck bone breaks, exhaustedly. With a sigh, she grasps the deer's head in her jaws, then flicks her tail and heads back toward home, not waiting for Arctic to catch up...

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~>MonkeyBeaver<~ -- Arctic, 10:40:19 02/12/03 Wed