in the rush of time
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The black male was healing, his chest was still in a lot of pain, but he would make sure to take it easy. Though there was many things around the pack that needed to be done. Winter was coming up and it would make food harder to find, and harder to catch. Winter was the time of year that young pups died, and old pack member would slip away in the frost of night. He wanted to make sure that none of it's members would have this sicken, and sad fate happen to them. The black male would hunt till he wasn't able to hunt any more if that so was the fate that the past leaders would put onto his black shoulders.

He seen a heard of elk moving, the male tail twitched, there was no more then five. The pack could take them down, if they planed there game right, they could take them down, and they could all feed off of one elk, and take the other's back to the pack for the any member that wasn't able to get to have a many meals. Marking the lands with his sent, the male was going to come back for them, he wasn't going to let this pass up. The male didn't care any more about needed to leave any to raise more, food wasn't going to be easy to get come two, or three months. Now was the time to act, now was the time to call forth all the powers, and strike.

Taking back a few meters, he lifted his head to the sky, howling. It wasn't a demand, no frankly he wasn't a leader of anything, even the shadow's mocked him. The black male wanted to hunt, and wanted to member of the pack that was able to hunt to come with him. There would be more then enough for the pack members to share with family and friends that lived out side of these lands.

The black male couldn't stand still, his mouth watered, the sheer thought of the blood from the elk's made him want to risk his own life for the chance of a great and wonderful meal that was able to be theres.


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