~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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When I get my new laptop, I'm going to make a GJF wiki, just like the Sporum wiki.
 
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(and she hasn't already?! lol)

"Okay...I saw a herd of elk just now in the valley by the river. Close to the Stonepack/ Pinepack border. Just down there," he motioned with his nose to the breathtaking view of the valley covered by Stonepack mountains. "We could catch one if we're quick."

Willowpely nodded. She jumped off the rock, not making a sound. She began to carefully make her way towards the elks.

Gryphon flanked her, his teeth flashing, yearning for the taste of elk. He crouched low and picked out a good sized calf and motioned to it with his tail so Willowpelt would see their target.

Willowpelt nodded, crouching down ready to pounce.

Gryphon tensed and then burst out of the undergrowth,silent and deadly, his pelt flowing in the wind, hie eyes filled with the excitment of the hunt. The elk shied away but he raced after the claf, sinking his fangs into its shoulder trying to drag it to the ground.

Willowpelt noticed him struggling with the elk. She pounced on it, killing it.
 
Cody paced in the densite with a mouse clenched in his jaws.
Fyra had been hunting unsuccessfully for the past hour or two. She had attempted hunting near where Willow was buried, where her and Cody had hunted on the first day, but Willow's ghost held tight to the land. It was almost as if Fyra was suffocating, drowning in fathoms of cold, black water, when she was there.

Needless to say, she'd never try that again.

Sighing, she headed back to the densite, her jaws clenched around nothing. When she saw Cody, she felt her muscles tense for reasons beyond her. He made her go insane... both with confusion and regret.

And love.


Cody didn't even notice her. His brows were furrowed, and anxiety was tingling in his paws.
Fyra stepped forward, her own brows furrowed with what could possibly be wrong. "What is it?"
 
Well. There's another glitch to go down in the Royal House of Quilin.

We'll call this one... Jason.
 
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