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Subject: ::uneasy::

Author:
Dagwood

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Date Posted: 17:08:30 03/31/04 Wed

After only minutes of searching the dark grey finally finds his friend's den.He approaches the entrance uneasily.He knew not to intrude upon another wolf's den.He sniffs around the entrance as a small furry body jiggles as he holds it firmly in his jaws.He smelled others who had passed here recently to offer words of comfort.Though he had only caught bits and pieces of the story he knew Mist suffered greatly,and since he was not good with words he had decided instead to share his catch.Gently he places the rabbit just inside the entrance to her den to make sure others knew who it belonged to.Taking a last look around he lopes off into the thicket.

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Silver Mist
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Date Posted: 13:15:16 04/04/04 Sun

*Hunger was felt within the very pit of the rather large female, but even the sweet scent of fresh food could not rouse the wolfess from her dungeon of gloom. Yet as harks were perked and sensorary glands alert to the fact of who it was that had come forth, a soft whine was given, thanks for his actions and nothing more. Moments passed and finally steps were taking to the edge of her den as the prey was grasped in her jowls and pulled within the confines of her home*

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