GLOWING EYES..... *****Awesome wolf RP!*****

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Glacier walked up beside Lana. “Of course. That is, only if you want.”

“Thanks I’d love too” Sunny smiled up at her new adoptive parents

 

[Starburst]

”sure” Iora smiled at him

“Okay. Let’s go.”

 

[Starburst]

“Thanks I’d love too” Sunny smiled up at her new adoptive parents

Glacier smiled back. “Hey, what happened to your eye?” He asked, his voice full of concern

 

[Starburst]

Gtg

 

[orloffer]

Glacier walked up beside Lana. “Of course. That is, only if you want.”

Glacier smiled back. “Hey, what happened to your eye?” He asked, his voice full of concern

"Sunshine was injured in the forest fire that took her family," Lana explained. (This is what he is referring to, right?)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Glacier smiled back. “Hey, what happened to your eye?” He asked, his voice full of concern

Sunny recoiled “i was burned in a fire”

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

(Is anyone on?)

 

[birdlover2]

(I'm on for a few mins or so)
Dove was bored. She sat outside the pup den, watching wolves come and go, though nothing of significance had yet happened today. When she and Daisy had tracked the blood trail all the way back to the camp and into Mitts den she had grown both fearful and discouraged. She didn't wish Mitts to know what they were up to, and she didn't wish to talk to Mitts for fear of drawing Owl's ire, and she wasn't sure if the trail would even lead to anywhere of significance now, perhaps Mitts had simply gone to her den after findin the pups and commiting them to another's care, her explanation to Dove had suggested as much...but whose? Daisy and her had parted ways, and Dove thought her friend was dissapointed. They had followed the trail for nothing, as it had led no-where. And now Dove couldn't even pick it up any longer, the blood had been washed away by rain, and the scent covered by many other scents hence.

 

[birdlover2]

(I've got to go now, hopefully be on later today)

 

[orloffer]

(I'm on for a few mins or so)
Dove was bored. She sat outside the pup den, watching wolves come and go, though nothing of significance had yet happened today. When she and Daisy had tracked the blood trail all the way back to the camp and into Mitts den she had grown both fearful and discouraged. She didn't wish Mitts to know what they were up to, and she didn't wish to talk to Mitts for fear of drawing Owl's ire, and she wasn't sure if the trail would even lead to anywhere of significance now, perhaps Mitts had simply gone to her den after finding the pups and committing them to another's care, her explanation to Dove had suggested as much...but whose? Daisy and her had parted ways, and Dove thought her friend was disappointed. They had followed the trail for nothing, as it had led no-where. And now Dove couldn't even pick it up any longer, the blood had been washed away by rain, and the scent covered by many other scents hence.

(This is very well-written.)