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Adelle was on her very important warrior mission of patrolling the borders. Working hard to make sure everything was in order Adelle scratched along the edges, small puppy claw marks showing the clear sign of where to mark. She would mark it herself, if she wasn't so young and sure that the bad guys would think the pack weak if a pup was marking the borders. No, she'd keep her age to herself, letting them simply smell and know that the border was being patrolled by a ferocious warrior.
The scent of a friend reached her, Adelle's ears perking up. Her white friend was walking along slowly, moving towards her. Isa! With that yell Adelle charged towards the wolf, all sixty pounds of her hurtling towards her friend. Stopping wasn't an option for her. Du kom til at hjælpe, ikke sandt? Vi skal nok holde de slemme drenge væk! Hvor har du været? Hvornår dit hår bliver kort? Hvad er det i dine hænder?