"Sounds good. Good tidings, Pok," she called as the adolescent made her leave, then turned her hear towards Si. "Well, we've got our path, and that meat won't kill itself you know. Well, unless the thing's so depressed it went and dunked its head underwater and never took a breath of air, or blasted its head open upon rocks after a couple of games called Bash Me; don't think it'd be so appetizing if I knew that, though . . ." Merrill paused, then shook her head.
"What am I babbling about? Honestly! Towards the forest and your den, Si - may we have some lunch awaiting and a pack to call home!" With that rallying cry, the beta wolf began to lead the way, letting her stomach and her snout be her guide.
|~| I'll end it here and contact Roxy and Brown about setting up a thread over in AC land if ya want, Jet. |~|
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