Blacktail Deer Plateau specially for you

She was accustomed to being fed, and having a fresh bowl of water available at all times. She was habituated to having warmth and shelter at the ready, complete with a plush bed and an assortment of toys. She was used to the life any dog might have lived, and were it not for her wild, exotic origin she would have been permitted to continue living it. Unfortunately, she knew nothing about surviving in the wild, and her instincts were a dull tool from limited use and coming from a bloodline of pets. Her rescuers (activists as they were) meant well, but had erred in their judgement.

"Okay," she said, a soft smile playing on her mouth. She still could not fathom her luck, that she should have followed the one wolf (she assumed) that would be willing to take on a special case like hers. But Lasher had his work cut out for him, as would become evident in the next few minutes as they strode forward.

The dark male had picked up on the trace of doe on the wind, but Kit had not. The doe had picked up on them however, and stood with white tail raised as she peered out from the brush. She was a statue; it was her first line of defense in going undetected in the immediate presence of predators. Her strategy worked at least on the agouti girl, who moved ahead, only to be scared out of her wits as the doe let out a sharp, loud alarm snort and went crashing through the forest. Kit leaped side ways with a hiss, her back arched and bristled tail lashing wildly, her hackles raised and eyes wide.

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