The Antler Mountains ~A Wolf RP~

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Owen continued to shiver, but was starting to feel a little bit better. "Th-thank y-you." He told her.
Ginger nudged him completely underneath her warm fur. "You're welcome." She licked his face with her warm tongue.
Baxter yepped happily, and started crawling back to his mother.
Ginger smiled and encouraged Baxter to keep crawling.
Alexander's tail instantly started wagging loudly. "Ain't you the cutest thing ever?" He told Nutmeg.
Nutmeg yepped quietly. She started to pant happily. She was excited.
 
Ginger nudged him completely underneath her warm fur. "You're welcome." She licked his face with her warm tongue.

Ginger smiled and encouraged Baxter to keep crawling.

Nutmeg yepped quietly. She started to pant happily. She was excited.
Owen smiled a little, then curled up in Khali's warm fur.

Baxter soon got back to Ginger. He gave her a look saying: Look! I did it!
 
King, now sad, just told her “It’s alright. You don’t have to If you don’t want to”. King started walking back to Marcus’ den.
Hilina noticed that King stopped following her. "Ok." She replied tilting her head a little. "My love." She whispered what King had been bugging her about.
 
Khali continued to puff up her fur. She made herself be as warm as possible.

"Good job, Baxter!!" Ginger squealed. She licked his face multiple times.
Feeling warmer, Owen fell asleep exhausted.

Baxter yepped excited.
 
Hilina noticed that King stopped following her. "Ok." She replied tilting her head a little. "My love." She whispered what King had been bugging her about.
King thought he heard something, but thought it was just him. He turned to Hilina, and asked her “Are you coming back to Marcus’ den?”
 
King thought he heard something, but thought it was just him. He turned to Hilina, and asked her “Are you coming back to Marcus’ den?”
Hilina was watching him. "Uh, no? That's not my den." She replied.
 
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