Oh well. Life goes on.
Three recently deceased mice dangled from his mouth, hung by their tails. He knew it wasn't really rodent season, but he wasn't a one-wolf-army, and wanted to contribute in what small ways he could. the pack's stash would hardly notice the addition of a trio of tiny bodies, so he was set to offer his find to the first packsmate who desired them. Hopefully that would be the pups, or Corinna, or even Indru.
Or he could just eat them himself, and nobody would ever know. Sitting heavily, he dropped his kills by his feet, and stared upwards. The sun was falling now, though you could barely make it out through the trees, and he would have to return soon. They wouldn't miss him for a few extra minutes, though.</blockquote>
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<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>
<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>