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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:35 pm
Licking his lips, Snickers made his way off of his pack's lands and through the dense woods. His fur gleamed in the light that shone through the trees' canopies, product of copious amounts of grooming hours before.
He'd heard about this 'female' problem that his cousin Musketeer was having, smelled her on his pelt, and frankly, he was jealous. Apparently he, his cousin, not the dashing fantastic HIM, had pups with this femme. He would've had pups too if he would've gotten to her first.
Even better, apparently this femme of his didn't like him that much, she was too stubborn to come to the pack. He'd have his chance! Wooing a beautiful femme AND dominating over his cousin in the lovers department would totally be taking the cake. This thought in mind, the grinning wolf padded on.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:52 pm
 --- The last few weeks had been complete hell on Earth. Once the pups began asking about that father of theirs they never stopped, and the femme found it thankfully, quiet, if nothing else out on her own now. While the pups were asleep Necrala had managed to slip out of the den where she now spent most of her days. Passing through the woods that outlined her field, the corpse-furred wolf looked around with disdain.
--- Snow was still abundant nearly everywhere, but where it wasn't it seemed like big, ugly bald patches upon the earth. Her swollen tits swung down from her rounded belly, a current reminder of the rats she left behind in the den. Somewhere above a bird chirped.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:21 pm
The wolf stopped, turning his head with perked ears at the sound of foot-fall crunching dead leaves and crinkling the small piles of snow that remained around the forest.
Was this the female? Of course it was!
The cocky male gave a sly grin, prepping himself for some serious wooing. The poor girl didn't know what she was missing if she'd never met him! All those lonely nights without his splendor to look at, no wonder she'd gone so desperate as to go for Musketeer! Musketeer moved a deft paw over his hair, fluffing and primping his fur as he strode off to meet this beauty.
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