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Sierra smiled, holding her torn paw off the ground. "Who were they?" she panted, licking the blood from her fur.
Sahara grunted, rolling out of the way. She kicked at him with her hind legs, then twisted up to grab his scruff.
West shook his head. "I don't know." He walked over to her side. "But if they come their dead." He sighed. "Why don't you go back to the dens," he said, looking at her paw. "And I'll go get us something to eat."
Rebel jumped away. "Why do you keep attacking?" He stared at her. "I'm not here to steal your prey, and if I hurt you how will you hunt?" He danced around her in a circle
Sierra nodded. "Are you sure you want to hunt now? Your scruff needs to be taken care of." She said.
Sahara snarled. He had her there. Why as she continuing to attack? Why wasn't she just grabbing his prey and taking off? She lowered her head, "Either give me your prey, or I'll rip you to shreds."