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Denali was feeling the effects of growing up, but he still wanted to have fun, he was working on his stalking skills, after Ghita said he would make a mighty fine hunter someday he’d been practicing every day. He was having fun pouncing on some of the flies that swarmed over the rotted apples, he was getting a little dirty, but that’s what baths were for. Then he heard something move and hid behind the tree, and saw a new form, it seemed she was a new part of the pack he watched as she laid down and then she was talking to himself, he really didn’t care what she was talking about though, it was all a bunch of jumbled words as he watched her tail. He crouched down, finding he would make a good catch this time, and then pounced.
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