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the scent of blood is so pungent that the waif detects it despite the breeze wafting the opposite direction.  She lifts her head from where it rests between her tiny paws,  nostrils twitching hopefully. A grizzled old man approaches with a considerably sized raccoon hanging from his mouth and Spencer's stomach lurches in response.  She almost cannot stand the sight of the kill;  it causes her mouth the salivate,  her belly to grumble in pitiful longing. The man's actions,  however,  momentarily distract her,  as he barrels up to her with hackles raised,  and at first she fears attack.  Has she wandered too close to the pack she had scented earlier? 

flinching,  Spencer rolls to her side a little,  ears pinned to her skull.  Her cobalt eyes just briefly dart past him,  spying a pretty female coming upon them from the background.  It is the male,  however,  who concerns her. She is not in any state to protect herself from a strong and well fed male,  and she fears the worst. 

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