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The pack was doing so well, member where coming from all around to join there cult, but it wasn’t filling up with member that didn’t understand that coming here to these land was joining a family and it shouldn’t be taken lightly. This filled the wolf with great pride, being able to say that she was a part of something this great. Yes, this was her family and this was their lands and nothing and no one could take that away from them, they would fight till the end of it all.
”How old?” She found a place and stood there, she knew better form when Naniko pups first was born not to get to close, Pontiac still was able to recall that wild look in her sister’s eye when Anya picked up one of the pups and messed around with one of the pups without asking, it spooked Pontiac thinking that her sister would have harmed someone for such a crime, however that was the old Naniko, this one her new reformed sister. Pontiac could see it happening, and wouldn’t expect anything less from her now. Blue eyes watched at the two pups rough house with each other, working on the fighting skills that would bring these lands the protection that it might need in the future. ”Pontiac, Pontiac D.An…” She was still fighting with coming out with her last name.
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