10-28-2007, 04:54 AM
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It was happy time for the cinnamon and cream cloaked female, and for the rest of her new found family she assumed. Ever since stumbling across the Mountain Pack, and finally meeting her older sister the Great Mother, Alarice had been all smiles. She was smiling now as she made her way towards the cavern that she, and the rest of her family that resided in the Mountain Pack, shared.
Alarice's smile only widened as she caught sight of her sister at the center of den, siting by a fire that instantly warmed Alarice's fur as she entered the cave, nostrils flaring in interest as they caught sent of the fish that rested by the open flame. An emerald eye then went to her sister, at the exact same time a blue one following, Alarice watching her sister hum, and keep time with her fingers with a curious flick of an ear.
It was then that Alarice moved to stand beside her sister, head ducking down slightly to acknowledge rank, but a devious little smile accompanying it. What are you up to Fatin? Alarice asked, tucking flowing black locks behind an ear to keep them out of her face, tail wagging behind her contentedly.
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It was happy time for the cinnamon and cream cloaked female, and for the rest of her new found family she assumed. Ever since stumbling across the Mountain Pack, and finally meeting her older sister the Great Mother, Alarice had been all smiles. She was smiling now as she made her way towards the cavern that she, and the rest of her family that resided in the Mountain Pack, shared.
Alarice's smile only widened as she caught sight of her sister at the center of den, siting by a fire that instantly warmed Alarice's fur as she entered the cave, nostrils flaring in interest as they caught sent of the fish that rested by the open flame. An emerald eye then went to her sister, at the exact same time a blue one following, Alarice watching her sister hum, and keep time with her fingers with a curious flick of an ear.
It was then that Alarice moved to stand beside her sister, head ducking down slightly to acknowledge rank, but a devious little smile accompanying it. What are you up to Fatin? Alarice asked, tucking flowing black locks behind an ear to keep them out of her face, tail wagging behind her contentedly.