~ Rolling Hills ~ a wolf RP

“Thank you” Silver bowed digging into her meal
She quickly finished and stood stretching, “I will see you later Is-I mean my alpha” she cast a grin at her sister. Silver trotted through the camp feeling as though she was above every other wolf in camp, Silver was one of the only wolves who Issy actually liked. But Silver was lonely. Her sister was Alpha and she had a mate, as a matter of fact Silver knew she wasn’t one of the most pretty wolves in camp nor was she one of the most sought after.

Izzy smirked for a second, then said "see ya, sis". You secretly didn't want to be alpha over her sister. She just wanted to be friends.
 
A pair of gleaming green eyes stared out of the shadows, a scarred muzzle rested in the dust, brutus lay still in the shade, not wanting any drama to happen today but knowing that it would most likely be just that. He stood up and stretched his neck, then trotted over to the kill pile, which was low even though the pack head been hunting consistently. He decided he'd go and catch his own, so with that he ran into the woods to find a rabbit.
 
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A pair of gleaming green eyes stared out of the shadows, a scarred muzzle rested in the dust, brutus lay still in the shade, not wanting any drama to happen today but knowing that it would most likely be just that. He stood up and stretched his neck, then trotted over to the kill pile, which was low even though the pack head been hunting consistently. He decided he'd go and catch his own, so with that he ran into the woods to find a rabbit.
Brutus returned from the woods with a mouthful of prey, rabbits, squirrels and even a turkey. He dropped it all in the kill pile and decided he wanted turkey instead of rabbit for his first meal in awhile, he sat down in the middle of camp and ate contently
 
A pair of gleaming green eyes stared out of the shadows, a scarred muzzle rested in the dust, brutus lay still in the shade, not wanting any drama to happen today but knowing that it would most likely be just that. He stood up and stretched his neck, then trotted over to the kill pile, which was low even though the pack head been hunting consistently. He decided he'd go and catch his own, so with that he ran into the woods to find a rabbit.
Morning Brutus” Silver sang as she trotted gleefully past him
 

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