Oh family, what a strange thing.
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Her family had expanded now to encompass the return of her son(s), her sister, and the four growing children in her den. It was full and bustling, but oh so very happy! She smiled as she brought a few small logs into the family cavern's central room and stacked them carefully. She struck the flint a few times and after a few small curses she managed to get the fire roaring beautifully. On rocks she laid out a few fish she had caught and placed them right next to the flames, hoping to make them nice and warm which would be a pleasant change to the colder temperatures they were enduring.

She hummed softly to herself, her fingers keeping time on an unseen piano. Eventually, the den began to smell like life and fresh cooking. if she had more time she would try to voyage down to the human cities and see about finding something real to cook on. Who knew? maybe she could even manage to cook a meal for the whole pack sometime!
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Figured something silly and short would be good XD
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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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