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Unnamed at the moment The somber tune whistles through barren trees,Unnamed at the moment by ~asoenix
Thick pelt protecting against the deep freeze
The crunching of snow under hard-worked paws,
Scraping at the ice with darkened claws
Pricked ears swivel and are ever alert,
Digging the powder up, right down to the dirt
Keeping a steady pace, never slowing at all,
Scenting the caribou, the proud, the tall
Glancing over his shoulder to see the pack,
Gathered they stood, ready for the attack
Giving a proud look, the alpha stood steady,
As they peered through the trees, they knew they were ready
Hunger took over and silently, they snuck
Looking at the fawn, the doe, the buck
Finall
Sta.sh
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She's going to school! It's a minor pain! Can't you guys see? She'll be good as new when she comes back! And she doesn't need medicine either! She's not going to be spoil! She wont grow up that way!
Wolfsjäl
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Trashjunker (10:01:20 PM): I was a hot Jesus
DarkWlfss (10:01:24 PM): ;D
Trashjunker (10:02:03 PM): Long, luscious locks. No facial hair. Innocent as a newborn lamb and a fine strapping example of virility
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