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Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Posted on December 21, 2014 at 09:39:49 PM by Robin

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The red breasted female had flown along the river of coral flower pack, which happened to be traydon river, and found herself outside of her packlands and in the centre of the river. Literally, in the centre, although she was on the river rather than in it, as this particular part had frozen over. The runt skid on the icy surface uneasily, worrying about tripping. She bent down slightly and tried to lick the ice, and her tongue got stuck. Robin growled and pulled, straining herself until finally her tongue was back in her mouth again. The wolfess cringed and moved her tongue around inside her muzzle, attempting to nudge some feeling back into the swollen vessel.

The brown and red furred wolf let her tiny body move across the frozen ice and onto the bank, which too was covered in an icy frost. It was night time, and the moon was high in the sky, lighting up her small form. She was pregnant again, for the second time in her life, and she had come out here to think. Robin was sad, and she felt guilty. Her body was only just starting to swell in that tell-tale way, but soon she�d be unable to hide her pregnancy from her mate. Last time she had been pregnant, it hadn�t been a secret. But this time, she was worried that her mate would be angry at her. She�d left him,
after all, for two years, to raise their last litter.

Sadly, she thought about her daughter, Grayling, and how she had been led astray to have several litters in Robin�s absence. It was strange to think of herself as a grandmother, and a pregnant grandmother at that. It would be interesting to meet Grayling after everything. Robin also wondered about the children that had been raised well, though, Kaska and Owl, and for this she felt a bit happier.

Robin walked along the bank slowly, feeling rather worn out from the happenings of the day. The runt was quite a vulnerable sight; a small, tiny female all alone in the dark. But she was not scared, as she had more important things to think about. The mostly brown wolf folded her feathered wings against her back, and sighed, casting her gaze sideways to admire the beauty of the frozen river. A dead fish was composed inside the area of ice she was looking at, and this startled her a little, but she continued to look.

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Re(1): ~blue velvet~ (open -- all welcome) - By tingell October 31, 2015 at 01:00:04 AM
||Paper\\Cut|| - By Origami December 24, 2014 at 10:34:15 PM

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