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Jackson walked over to help Mitts and Willow, just in case they needed it.
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Thunder eyed Shark, waiting to see what she does about Osprey
(I mean, Osprey IS a higher rank, so he can do that. It's common in wolf packs, so it shouldn't be that big of a deal. In my ever humble opinionJackson walked over to help Mitts and Willow, just in case they needed it.
)( yeah but Mitts doesn’t really care )(I mean, Osprey IS a higher rank, so he can do that. It's common in wolf packs, so it shouldn't be that big of a deal. In my ever humble opinion)
“Doesn’t mean they get first pick of the prey,” Osprey snarled, “or have you forgotten what pack rank is, too?” She squared her shoulders and stared at him, baring her blood-stained fangs.Jackson, who had just arrived back at camp, barked, "That was rude!" to Osprey. "And they were hurt, too."
Mitts stumbled back up and started shoving Osprey away, not wanting to deal with her right now.
Osprey whipped around and whacked Mitts’ muzzle with a paw. She glared at Willow, posing a silent question. Do you want to be next?Willow yelped in indignigation. “H-hey!” She flashed her small canines. “That’s Mitts’s!” She let out a low growl and raised her tail, curling it over her back.she stalked forward, stiff legged with fury and ready to defend her friend and food.
Thunder eyed Shark, waiting to see what she does about Osprey
Mitts went back to eating, flashing Osprey a sly grin.Thunder silently walked up to Osprey. Then being bigger then Osprey he was able to toss Osprey out of the way.
Willow flinched but held her ground, growling, pelt bristling along the back of her neck. Willow wasn’t a strong wolf, her main strengths were speed and agility, and the ability to blend into the rocky terrain. She knew she would loose the fight but she still didn’t understand pack ranks.“Doesn’t mean they get first pick of the prey,” Osprey snarled, “or have you forgotten what pack rank is, too?” She squared her shoulders and stared at him, baring her blood-stained fangs.
Osprey whipped around and whacked Mitts’ muzzle with a paw. She glared at Willow, posing a silent question. Do you want to be next?