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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 12:21:34 GMT -6
"Yeah, I'm fine," Myrror replied. It was close enough to the truth. The pain had mostly faded from the wound; it certainly didn't hurt as much as it had at first. It ached a bit, but that was all. She suspected that the water had had something to do with that.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 12:23:48 GMT -6
"All right..." Kyra stated, coming to a stop as the others did. They had spotted a large moose, sleeping in the small clearing. Slowly, the other wolves began to circle around him, going in for the kill.
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 12:29:45 GMT -6
It had been a long time since Myrror had hunted moose. The only one she had ever taken down had been old and sick, as she wasn't strong enough to kill a young healthy one.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 12:32:29 GMT -6
They were silent as they grouped around the sleeping animal. They suddenly attacked all at the same time. The moose was thrown off guard, waking with a start. Several of the wolves had latched onto his throat, tearing and cutting, weakening the animal considerably while others bit at his hind-quarters. In a matter of minutes the large beast was taken down and they started to drag the carcass back to the others.
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 12:39:00 GMT -6
Myrror sighed, mildly disappointed that she had not been able to help kill the animal.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 12:47:07 GMT -6
Kyra saw her friend's disappointment and nudged her gently. "Don't worry, once your leg heals up, it'll be easier for you to hunt. They were probably afraid with your bad leg you'd get hurt even more."
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 14:27:29 GMT -6
Myrror sighed, knowing that she'd probably limp at least a little for the rest of her life. "I suppose you're right," she said.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 14:30:31 GMT -6
"Of course I'm right. Come on, let's get something to eat!" she stated happily, running after the others.
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 14:38:36 GMT -6
Myrror half ran, half flew after Kyra. She had discovered that she could use her wings to make up for the weakness of her right foreleg.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 14:42:01 GMT -6
There was a great feast going on, but as Kyra and Myrror approached, the others moved aside. Guests were first, they always said. The moose was fresh and smelt delicious. Kyra eagerly began to eat, some of the others watching her with laughing eyes almost.
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 18:05:59 GMT -6
Myrror lowered her head, her jaws parting as she began to eat.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 18:07:15 GMT -6
A few minutes later, Kyra and most of the pack were lying down. Kyra was on her back, legs stretched out slightly as a yawn escaped her. Her tummy full, she felt a nap coming on. Hopefully the others would be there when she awoke.
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 18:11:06 GMT -6
Myrror walked around for a bit. She wasn't really very tired, but she expected that sleeping would help to heal her wound. She lay down next to Kyra, one wing extended in a protective manner over her friend's back.
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Post by zury on Jun 30, 2005 18:16:00 GMT -6
Kyra turned over to look at Myrror slightly. "Thanks." she smiled. "You've been the mother that I never had. I wouldn't ask for a better friend."
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Post by Warlock on Jun 30, 2005 18:19:36 GMT -6
Myrror smiled warmly at Kyra. "And you're the daughter I never had," she replied.
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