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Date Posted: 11:21:31 02/10/03 Mon
Author: Tlaiga
Subject: <*>Phoque<*>
In reply to: ARCTIC 's message, "Murfull" on 10:10:19 02/03/03 Mon

.::.Rebirth.::.

The alpha squints her eyes at Arctic, desiphering his whine. Her lips suddenly raise in a snarl, but not at the pup. The alpha has quickly realized that she has suffered a small injury on her left flank from pulling the deer to the ground. Tentatively, Tlaiga licks her bleeding cut until the plasma stops its course down her leg.

With a sigh, the ebony wolfess turns to the fallen doe and latches her canines onto a hunk of flesh on the rump. Swiftly, Tlaiga yanks her head back, ripping the meat from the body with a stifled growl. The doe's lifeless body rocks with the tugging motion, finally slowing as the alpha sits down to devour her meal.

Several times, Tlaiga goes over this process, until most of the flesh up to the loins is eaten. She sighs contentedly, then uses a soft patch of nearby grasses to wipe her muzzle of blood. Afterward, she progresses to the stream, where she cleanses her pallet with a fresh flow of water. Now moving more slowly than usual, Tlaiga makes her way back to the carcass, her eyes fixated on Arctic.

It is now his time to feed.

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Replies:

>^<Phoque>^< -- Arctic, 11:15:27 02/11/03 Tue
- .Poem. -- Tlaiga, 20:07:25 02/11/03 Tue
  - ~>MonkeyBeaver<~ -- Arctic, 10:40:19 02/12/03 Wed