~Run With The Pack~ Wolf Roleplay

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(Hehe. Welp, I thought it was time for a change to kick off the new year, much as I loved the old one. I'd had the Cimarron avvie for like... six months. I may alternate, though, since I can't decide between three different options.)
 
Name: Hallie, Trista
Gender: Females
Pack: PinePack
Rank: Pups
Mate: N/A
Personality: not sure yet
History: Born into PinePack to the alphas
Picture:
Hallie (left), Trista (right)

Username: ClucksAndPeeps
 
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Two almost identical white pups rolled around in the weak winter sunlight outside the alpha den, as content as two young beings could be. Their father, a black wolf with sapphire blue eyes, passed by, a smile on his muzzle as he looked down to them. Pride was carried in every movement he made; from his purposeful gaze, directed straight ahead, and erect posture as he brought the hare clamped between his jaws into the den. The he-wolf, Wildfire, as he was called, slunk into the entrance and to the cool, weakly lit den. His pawsteps barely left ruts in the downy doe pelt as he padded towards his nest, dropping the hare in front of Zero. He then resumed his padding, towards his nest lined with tender moss and colorful pheasant feathers.
 
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Azar was pulling on a ginger root that would be great medicine. Her golden fur was a dusky brown because of the dirt. She stopped. Azar gazed at the alphas. She always had bad feeling about them, especially because they drove her leader out and now had pups! She pushed the thought away and smiled. She needed to think about her and Hunters life... Suddenly, a smile came upon her and she waged her tail. She needed to tell something to Hunter that would make him howl as loud as all the packs howling together. She scanned the area but didn't spot Hunter. So she sat and washed herself, waiting for Hunter.
 
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Two almost identical white pups rolled around in the weak winter sunlight outside the alpha den, as content as two young beings could be. Their father, a black wolf with sapphire blue eyes, passed by, a smile on his muzzle as he looked down to them. Pride was carried in every movement he made; from his purposeful gaze, directed straight ahead, and erect posture as he brought the hare clamped between his jaws into the den. The he-wolf, Wildfire, as he was called, slunk into the entrance and to the cool, weakly lit den. His pawsteps barely left ruts in the downy doe pelt as he padded towards his nest, dropping the hare in front of Zero. He then resumed his padding, towards his nest lined with tender moss and colorful pheasant feathers.
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Zero was fast asleep. With pups, she barely got a single wink of sleep now a days. The only male pup of the litter was reserved, and he stuck close to his mother.
 
Kiba0924 said:
Azar was pulling on a ginger root that would be great medicine. Her golden fur was a dusky brown because of the dirt. She stopped. Azar gazed at the alphas. She always had bad feeling about them, especially because they drove her leader out and now had pups! She pushed the thought away and smiled. She needed to think about her and Hunters life... Suddenly, a smile came upon her and she waged her tail. She needed to tell something to Hunter that would make him howl as loud as all the packs howling together. She scanned the area but didn't spot Hunter. So she sat and washed herself, waiting for Hunter.
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Hunter's red and black fur was fluffed out as he trotted into the densite. He was quite flustered, and his expression was one of worry. He paced in the densite; for once, he didn't even call Azar's name out. Something had him very panicked.
 

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