"Oh, I remember him. That was unfortunate. It is too bad, all those wolf attacks. If only we could do something about it. But your mate must have died a brave soldier, and I will remind your cubs of this he said with a smile. Well, now I may go to Sandflower. Good for you with those pups!" He said.
"No, I know how it is, you need to rest. I know how sweet little Sandflower was before she gave birth to my fine children. I was just trying to make talk, you know," he said casually. "I really need to catch up with who's, who and stuff you know. It is my pack. So who is the father?"...
Claw, leader of Desert, turned his head towards Namib. "Not hunting?" He asked.
His little black paws picked their way across the sand as he approached Namib.
"Excellent," he said, "top of the morning good tod." He dipped his head. "Just doing a little hunting. Even with all my love for them, gotta get away from the youngsters for a while."
(Why do I imagine him as a friendly British gentleman? :lol:)
{arctic}
Lemming happily trotted toward the border. The Arctic pack was pretty lenient about them anyways, not many wanted to hunt there. "What are you doing here?" The brown and white Arctic fox turned his head.
Jadeheart the fox (I almost thought she was a cat for a moment, wow much confusion)
sat down next to her, the silver fur on her brush brushing Amity's amber (or whatever color they are) eyes.
"It sure is pretty, with all those colors on the trees. But all that beauty leads to nothing good. All...