~*Friends and Enemies~A Wolf RP*~ Accepting!

The bear fell down dead. Fang let go.


Cold Death stepped back, blood on the Bears rough fur filled his nostrils. He could not wait to eat a rare meal.
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Devon hesitated as he got up, he felt ashamed of himself for leaving himself open like that. He walked over the bear and stared down at it, and shoved the Bears head with his paw, making sure it was officially dead.
 

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