Snowstalker turned to face the fox which he recognized from his own pack....Lemming. He began sauntering back to his territory line, to talk with the fox. He didn't care if Lemming knew that he was trespassing, he probably knew of it anyway, the word spread fast. He greeted the fox with a quick nod, asking "How are you?"
(@Sephora day bump so its on current page)
"Excellent," he said, "top of the morning good tod." He dipped his head. "Just doing a little hunting. Even with all my love for them, gotta get away from the youngsters for a while."
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Claw, leader of Desert, turned his head towards Namib. "Not hunting?" He asked.
Namib replied guiltily "I probably should be. But in truth I'm exhausted." She knew that probably was no excuse and prepared to be berated for not doing her job.
"Hmm. Why so?" Claw asked.
"Hmm. Why so?" Claw asked.
Namib hesitated. She didn't like to make it any more obvious than it was. Eventually she mumbled to the ground, "Because my pregnancy is slowing me down. I know that sounds like a dumb excuse but I'm due any day and get winded quickly."
(XD) Snowstalker gave him a nod as a response, before he listened courteously to what Lemming had to say. At the end of it, he offered some compassion, as he too enjoyed training the pups, "Yes, that's how it is. Sometimes we have to leave everybody behind and just go out here. How are the pups doing after the latest wolf attack?""Excellent," he said, "top of the morning good tod." He dipped his head. "Just doing a little hunting. Even with all my love for them, gotta get away from the youngsters for a while."
(Why do I imagine him as a friendly British gentleman?
