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Post by Tiny on Feb 25, 2017 12:10:42 GMT -8
Tiny sniffed the air, delighting in the cool, fresh breeze. She was 'hunting' she'd told the pack. Just small game. The other hunters knew better, but the others didn't. It seemed logical that a wolf would be hunting in this kind of weather.
The she-wolf followed her nose to a more open meadow, watching it from the top of a small incline. It was a lot smaller now that she herself was easily twice the size she'd been as a pup. Tiny lay down carefully, in a spot where she'd hit nothing but grasses and small plants, rolling down the hill like she'd only accidently done as a pup. It was nostalgic and energizing, even if she'd sorely regret it later as she cleaned her pelt. She didn't think there was anyone else nearby. It didn't matter if there was, really. Tiny didn't mind looking like a fool in front of her pack.
The wolf rolled down the hill a second time, before taking off towards a river to clean out all the dirt. The water was freezing cold, but it would wash out most of the dirt, if not all, and basking in the sun would have her fluffier in no time. Maybe she'd catch a fish or something in the meantime. She had to bring something back.
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