~•Sn☼w Pack•~ "The Wild is calling, for You!"

The entire forest seemed to be assaulting him with all of it's weapons at once as he ran. The brambles raked their claws across his body, burrs latched to his matted pelt, and maneuvering around logs, stone spires, and bushes with three good legs and muzzy vision proved to be more than a challenge. He rattled gasps as he bolted for the blurred figures before him. His vision went hazy and he could hear his own pulse as it throbbed in his head with steady beats that slowed gradually. He choked back a pained howl, instead uttering a hoarse wheeze, wincing as his trembling ankles buckled. He promptly collapsed in a heap not far from the territory of the feral dogs, valiantly fighting the impending unconciousness, to no avail. "Need... to f-find cover..." he coughed, wrenching his claws into the ground as he attempted to heave himself under the shelter of a low-hanging Willow. The myriad of forest sounds ebbed away, nearby utterances by the members of the pack became slurred to him, and the world faded to nothing but black.

Eudora stood stiffly in mid-gait with her jaw hanging open as she saw the marred dog laying on the ground. Her green eyes were pleading as she bit her lip and peered her head around one of the oaks dotting the feral dogs' treeline, "Can somebody help?!"
 
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(me)

(Do they have a med dog yet, and are you the only other member? I'm going to do something that requires more than one player to be involved.)

(horsecrazyloveingchick is taking med dog, and there is more then one but none are on at the moment)
 
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Zolo burst from some hidden spot and rushed to the side of the dog. He gently grabbed a hold of his ruff and began slowly dragging the poor creature back into his own territory, where he laid him under a sheltering willow beside a fast-moving stream. He disappeared for a moment before returning, one paw wrapped up in cobwebs. He pressed them gently onto the many gashes and cuts littering the dog's body. As the bleeding subsided, he coaxed a few poppy seeds into his mouth, massaging his throat to help them on down. They would help with the pain. After removing the cobwebs, he began washing the dried blood away. He laid the dog on a cushioned pile of fresh leaves and stood by, waiting for him to awaken.
 
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I don't think so.

Man, I haven't RPed her for a long while.
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Wren lazily wandered around Snowpack, watching the grey sky with her amazingly beautiful, yet always sad eyes. Her soft white coat of delicate fur ruffled in the cold breeze, making her tremble from head to toe.

Larkpaw lay beside a rock, wondering if she would ever graduate from her apprenticeship.

How old is she?
 
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Stella padded stiffly from the trees, a rabbit hanging limply from her jaws. "Dogs" She spat, disgusted "The last thing we need around here"
 

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