The reddish she-wolf trotted through the forest, her paws falling softly on the ground. SHe needed to find other wolves. Then, wolf smells. No, not wolf smells. Pack smells. Shiiiittttt. Packs were not something Isabella wanted to deal with right now. But she wasn’t going to give up her search for her sister. She was so close to finding her, sooooo close, and then the trail died. The she-wolf kept moving. She would not give up until she found her, or found out what happened to her. SHe kept moving on, into pack territory. Fuck the rules. and then, she arrived at a big cave entrance.
That was a big cave. Isabella sniffed around the entrance. Adult wolves, puppies. This must be where the dens are. She’d wait here for now.
Nov 16, 2017 08:54 AM
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