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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:07 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:08 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:19 am
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A rustling in the grass startled Weyard, and she hunkered low and out of sight. Was it one of the pride's cursed males, off to hunt more females? She bristled. If they came near, she'd give them a swift bash over the head. See how they liked it! Her muscles tightened, she prepared to spring...
A flash of pink fur stopped her dead before she'd even begun to move. Could it be? She sat bolt upright, and peered down at the youngster. That color, those markings...Her eyes went wide, and she could hardly stop herself from crying out. He was, without a doubt, one of hers.
Without a word she looked around (no one was there to see!) and snatched at the cub. He was hers, and she would take him! Take him away from this wretched place
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:26 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:39 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:58 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:06 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:20 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:21 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:22 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:24 am
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