F ᴏ ʟ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ | M ʏ | T ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ s | Wolf rp

[animallover505]

Not making a sound except for the cruching of rough paw pads on leaves, Neith turned and started for the dens.

Hollystep trotted to Neith, going back to the dens with her.

 

[Chicken Tamer]

"Well, if you change your mind, come find me" she smiled, secretly giving her a rabbit she had caught earlier.

"I do not want your offerings, I am on my own."
She pushed the rabbit away.

 

[animallover505]

She sighed, taking the rabbit in her jaws and taking it back to camp..

 

[Chicken Tamer]

Samera walked out of there territory

 

[animallover505]

She sighed, licking her leg, and going back.

 

[iluvorpingtons]

Hollystep trotted to Neith, going back to the dens with her.

Neith's stomach grumbled, she considered unearthing the fish and eating the rest of it.
She glanced at Hollystep. What an odd name, she thought. She'd never understood a healer's job. Fighting fate was such a powerful thing to do, but how could a wolf get rid of sickness with a few leaves?

 

[animallover505]

Neith's stomach grumbled, she considered unearthing the fish and eating the rest of it.
She glanced at Hollystep. What an odd name, she thought. She'd never understood a healer's job. Fighting fate was such a powerful thing to do, but how could a wolf get rid of sickness with a few leaves?

Hollystep smiled at Neith. "Want a rabbit?" she asked, carrying one in her mouth.

 

[iluvorpingtons]

Hollystep smiled at Neith. "Want a rabbit?" she asked, carrying one in her mouth.

"I already ate," she sighed, "Maybe the pack should go hunting later. I smelled some elk near the eastern scent post."

 

[animallover505]

"I already ate," she sighed, "Maybe the pack should go hunting later. I smelled some elk near the eastern scent post."

She smiled. "Sounds good!" She smelled some herbs and picked them quickly, draping the rabbit across her back to carry it.

 

[iluvorpingtons]

Neith closed her eyes and sank into a peaceful but tensed half-sleep. Memories washed in and out of her dreams, twisting into a messy stream of flowing thoughts.