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Valesh
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Date Posted: 00:28:09 11/18/02 Mon
In reply to:
Seeyapu
's message, "*Smiled and licked his cheek like a fussy mother*" on 05:50:36 11/16/02 Sat
The young pup thinks a bit before taking a deep breath to start, "Well, my mother told me that she was pregnant with me when she escaped from her master. She met a pack of wolves who took pity on her and made her a member. After that, I was born. Because I was born in the wild, I learned fast about controlling my tail and other stuff. One day though, my mother and I had just finished a meal of a BIG boar. The rest of the pack found an old caribou carcass, they didn't seem to notice it smelled wierd. My mother and I were full so we layed down for a nap. When we awoke, we found all the members dead, except for the alpha, though he looked really sick. He said one word, and died, "Poison". My mother and I roamed the territory, never eating carrion, only fresh meat. The other packs began to realize something had happened, though, and an especially brave one attacked us. They captured my mother in her sleep, while I crawled away. She managed to escape, after they tore off her tail. My mother fought and I would distract, biting the back of their feet. Anyone who turned back to bite at the 'bug' was knocked out by my mother. We got away, but they started chasing us. My momma dropped me at Ispan's place and Malan found me." He looks at her, his eyes looking far away. Not crying though, never crying. Crying was a waste of time.
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