Survival in the Arctic. An Arctic wolf RP. ~* Players needed *~

She yelped as they laid her on the den floor, her stomach falling and raising with each jagged breath. "Emory........" she struggled to get each word out "pups." She closed her eyes and fell asleep, her body shaking from shock, but the blood was slowly stopping.
Emory's eyes widened. "What?!" he whispered, his heart pounding. "Why didn't you tell me before?! Why did you fight?! You should have stayed in the dens Sky!" He whispered, nuzzling her. "You'll be okay."
 
Nighta found a new den site, right at the edge of their land. A huge taiga tree had fallen over a large snow bank, making a couple nice large dens. He set about marking the area.
 
Kilo wondered aimlessly in the mountian valley. He was watching the herd of elk, drool dripping from his jowls. He thought about how nice it would be to be able to take one down, but knew there would be no elk dinner for him until the calves came.
 

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