So I thought I'd write about how the pups got stolen in the first place! Lots of comments and votes please my lovely beautiful wolves!!!
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Samantha waited until her Queen was finished bathing her pups with her tongue. It was part of Samantha's job to watch over the pups and keep them safe.
The pups were at that wonderful stage where their eyes were finally open and they were curious about the world. They got into everything!
Samantha, why don't you take the pups out to get some sun today. That field to our west should be perfect.
Yes m'am that sounds like the perfect place for them to explore today.
Samantha grabbed their basket and loaded the pups in. She would carry them to the field in the basket so they could rest after their bath. They would be too tired for the trip back so she would be able to carry them home later in it too.
The sun was bright and the pups were active. It took all her concentration to keep them all in the center of the field. One of them fell asleep in the basket. Once she was ready to take them back, she did a quick count.
Oh no!!!! The one that had been so sleepy earlier wasn't there! What was she going to do???
She shifted to wolf and followed the scent of the missing pup. It had wandered a fair ways away. She picked it up by its scruff with her mouth. When she got back to the edge of the field she saw a group of stinking werewolves running away with the basket of pups!
Stupid ugly hairless werewolves! That little bit of hair on top when they ran on two legs made them look ridiculous. Their wolves couldn't match the speed and strength of hers! And when she caught them she was going to give it to them good! She had just sharpened her claws last night. She would rake them all across the face as a reminder to all werewolves not to mess with Lycans!
Sure enough they didn't get far. She topped a small hill and saw one of them leaning over the pups she was in charge of. Speaking of charging...
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I hope you liked it my beautiful wolves. I'm too tired to do much howling tonite, but feel free to howl without me. Good night my beautiful wolves😴
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