A stream or crick was never far away in the Cours pack lands. It was only when one got too close to the beach that the small waterways seemed to dry up and be replaced with sand and rock. But here in the lush greens there would be no problem finding water to quench their thirsts. Both wolves seemed at peace, content and comforted by their heavy bellies. Ever accepted sweetly and they walked through the shaded tree cover with a pace that was slow and lazy.
Before water to smelled or heard of Heath questioned her, simply to break the silence that had come over the pair, Has Cours treated you well? Heath was a long standing member, rooted deeply within the ranks and happy with the home that he found. He wondered if the younger female had found the same. Paws crept over the sparse grass until the trees thinned slightly and the brook could be seen. The male paused, letting the female make the small decent down the bank and into the small deprecation that the water had etch out of the landscape.
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