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Water. As far as she could see. Nothing but water. Thrashing, distant, despite calls begging for help. The camp, it's gone. The camp comet once knew and loved now completely submerged in water. She looked around, quickly realizing she was in the water. Looking around she could see the rest of her pack struggling from help. The body's of her brothers and sisters lat cold and dead slowing falling below the surface. Comet turned to see a massive wave, as big as a black trail pet looming above her. With one harsh movement it fell sending comet under gasping for breath.
Comets eyes fly open gasping for breath before realizing it was a dream. Slowly catching her breath she lifts her small nose the air taking in the comforting scents of her pack mates. The bedding in her den was ruffled, most likely meaning she has been moving a lot in her sleep. That's the 3rd time this moon I've had this dream. She thought to her self.
"All dogs more then one moon old please come" comet recognized the voice as her alpha. Comet knew as much as he hated to leave the comfort of her warm den she would feel worse if she disrespected her leader. She rose to her paws steadily still recovering from her dream. She padded out to see her pack mates gathered facing alpha. The air was cold and thin cold enough to see her breath. Comet took her place behind Uno. Comet looked at her leader to find sadness. He took a deep breath lifted his head and began to speak. "Pack, it is with my great despair to say that the dogs above have spoken to me. A disaster will strike. The spirits haven't told us the specifics so we can't fully be prepared but we can be prepared mentally."
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The Hunted: 1 Whispering Woods
FantasyComet, a female Australian shepherd is separated from her pack during a storm. Unable to find her family, comet befriends a brown mix breed male named Atlas. Atlas soon shows comet his own pack. Comet is welcomed, Though just as comet is settling in...
