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The silver and shale male was stepping along the paths. His head was held low, a sneer resting on his lips. Alone in the shadows of the trees, Aranck allowed his rage to burn in his eyes and seer the expression onto his face. Fangs and eyes alight he cursed the days he had let himself lose control. He could have killed them, either of them, and the world would never have known. Now, not only did he have to deal with the complication of one sad, sorry litter up pups from Malleah, but he had to look into a second from a one-night stand. A one-night stand the pack of the wolf was claiming rape.
Fangs bared themselves even further. Rape was such a gray area. After all, she had no exactly said no.
Aranck was trying to think of his next move in this ever changing game when a truly horrible smell wafted over to his nose. Not only did it smell of swamp, but it smelled as if someone had eaten the swamp. Moments later a scratch of paws against the ground warned him someone was running towards him. Running swiftly towards him. With a vicious snarl, Aranck took off down the path he had been treading. Searching for any give, he dashed through a clump of thicket to turn and try to tail his pursuer. He was not one to truly run from a fight, but caught off guard he needed to gain the upper hand. He was not going to let some smelly swamp deer catch him with his head down. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |