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[BirdNut]

A sharp bark split the silence, followed with a myriad of beastly snarls, growls, and yips. Fleetpack's afternoon hunt was very gainful and the hunt leader, Boitumelo, wore a slightly swaggering half-grin as he took a glance from the soldiers he'd worked so hard to train. The dogs imbedded their bloodstained jaws into the neck of their kill, a large impala, and dragged the massive buck along the ground in a team effort, small clouds of dust billowing up behind them. Boitumelo led them back home with a lordly carriage.

 

[Gerbil]

"Your family? If you have one why aren't you with them?"

 

[chickendiva25]

"Well, I joined Stormpride a while ago." Leyona said.

 

[Gerbil]

He snorted at the name, "Then you are not a nomad"

(Hello Birdy!)

 

[chickendiva25]

"I know that!" Leyona said, rolling her eyes. "I said I've been a nomad my whole life, and had gotten used to it, but I just recently joined StormPride. I have to go." Leyona said, before turning around and running back into thick grass.

 

[Gerbil]

"Well then, nice speaking with you O' confusing one" he grumbled.

 

[DuckLover2399]

Nala stalked the lions talking. Completely silent. Her golden fur blew slightly in the wind.

 

[Gerbil]

Milo shook out his mane, gave up trying to understand lionesses and headed towards the nearest watering hole.

 

[BirdNut]

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[Zinnia-Hen]

An African Wild Dog lurked around the others, her light brown and black coat splashed with white. Her tail was unusually long and appeared soft at the ends, and a black line went down from the back of her head to the tip of her nose. She perked her ears at the aromatic scent of the fresh kill.