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[Neela Garcia]

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6th August

Neela’s mood was far from fair this day, the collie was currently storming around the lesser travelled parts of Kingsbury, keeping to the less cleared sections along the inside of the world and growling at any small animals that happened to be in her way.

Neela had just an hour ago shifted for what would be the last time in over a month, giving up the ability to use hands or enhance her muscles in times of need for the safety of her pups and her own life. The chang was nessesary but that didn’t stop it frustrating Neela, adding onto her already sour mood. As well as taking her hands away being forced into Lupus form also limited where she could go within the pack grounds; the lions share of Neela’s fighting skills required the use of her Optime form and what little she could do in Lupus was made nearly impossible by her pregnancy With the cougars that had been lurking in the territory to fresh in her mind Neela didn’t feel safe to venture too far out from Kingsbury now, which is why she was resorting to these overgrown areas to snatch some solitude.

With a sigh Neela shook her head and started back towards the more regularly used areas of the fort, padding vaguely towards the river that ran behind the courthouse and the home she and Tony had claimed. The river was where Neela could be found most often when she wasn’t being antisocial nowadays, the sound and sight of he river soothed her somewhat and occasionally the river ran slow enough for Neela to swim in it even in this state. Neela wasn;t actually heading here for the river now but to get a fish.

Not wanting to stink her house up with the strong smelling food Neela had stashed small amounts of salted fish all along the river. The closest of these stashes was nestled in some bushes backing the courthouse. Neela retrieved medium sized fish, pre treated and salted, and started to trot back infront of the courthouse; feeling slightly happier with the strong, salty food in her mouth.

Neela flopped down on a patch of grass infront of the courthouse, forced to lay on her side with her stomach sticking up in the air slightly, and started chewing on one of the fish; the tough texture and taste making it more attractive to her as a tasty chewtoy than food at the moment.

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