~Wolves of Silver Mist~ A Role Play Always accepting!

Feather snorted. " And you can defend her from the 5 of us? Riiiigght, and the moon is made of elk."

Raven growled, feeling her fur beginning to rise again,"I may not be able too, but I would rather die trying to keep my pup from you mutts."
 
" Then you will die." Feather spat, sliding out her claws.
(I'll bring in Shadow now, okay?)

Shadow had followed Raven's scent to find her after she had dissapeared, he let ot a low howl to call the pack to defend Raven and the pup.
 

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