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He kept on their trail, still quite fresh. The only time he stopped was to quench his thirst or to settle his stomach's growls.
When he reached a meadow, he noticed a third wolf had joined with the betrayers, a pup.
Storm laughed aloud, causing tent ion between the pack members.
"Search the area, they settled here for a small while. Fine clues," Storm snared to the wary wolves behind him.
While the others scoured the land, the Alfa made himself comfortable on a patch of grass. It was already flattened.
A rouge female's sent drifted to his nostrils, and the even with the shade of the lone tree, he felt heat burning his belly fur.
Quickly getting up, Storm noticed it was a grave. Three paw prints were placed on the dirt, a ritual a pack would normally do.
"Who cares about the bad luck this could bring, resting on a grave?" Storm shook his head and gathered his pack. "Wolves of The Swirling Winds, get ready for the hunt. We are closing in on the prey!"
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Two Wolf Pack
FantasyTwo sister wolves leave their home pack and start their own. The oldest fears her sister will leave her, for a male. Then there is the trouble of their old pack, along with lone wolves. Will these two make it to safety or will they perish with their...
