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Bravefrost slipped out of her den, feeling the fresh cold air as her form changed into a sitting position as she stared at the moon. "Where are my parents?" "Are they still alive?" "Do they...love me?" She turned around to see her mate Icicle, looking at her from a distance away. A snowy owl hooted in the distanced alerting Bravefrost. Icicle padded towards he and replied, "How are your pups doing?" "I don't know, but I'll have these pups soon," she howled. Her light blue eyes distracted her towards the bright blue-full moon. As a nearby river trickled of the other side of her. |
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Bravefrost slipped out of her den, feeling the fresh cold air as her form changed into a sitting position as she stared at the moon. "Where are my parents?" "Are they still alive?" "Do they...love me?" She turned around to see her mate Icicle, looking at her from a distance away. A snowy owl hooted in the distanced alerting Bravefrost. Icicle padded towards he and replied, "How are your pups doing?" "I don't know, but I'll have these pups soon," she howled. Her light blue eyes distracted her towards the bright blue-full moon. As a nearby river trickled of the other side of her. |
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Bravefrost slipped out of her den, feeling the fresh cold air as her form changed into a sitting position as she stared at the moon. "Where are my parents?" "Are they still alive?" "Do they...love me?" She turned around to see her mate Icicle, looking at her from a distance away. A snowy owl hooted in the distanced alerting Bravefrost. Icicle padded towards her and replied, "How are your pups doing?" "I don't know, but I'll have these pups soon," she howled. Her light blue eyes distracted her towards the bright blue-full moon. As a nearby river trickled of the other side of her. A few of the hunter wolves caught deer, snowshares hares, and rarely a muskox. "Good hunting," Bravefrost praised. "Go ahead in put in the stock-pile." She pointed her muzzle towards the stock-pile as the hunter wolves nodded their heads. It was snow-fall (winter) so the weather was the harshest time of the year. Northlake had to depend on stealing food from the other clans to survive, but none would understand. A strong wolf named Blossom always desired a mate, but she'd have to start her own pack; and her parents were always strict; especially her father; Icicle. He wanted her to be perfect and a good hunter. She frowned while laying down in the hunter's den with her snoring siblings taking a small nap. | |
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