Totoka River On the sandy coast, windswept

He raised his brows, gazing at the pale she wolf with a benign smirk and slicked back ears as she tried to seemingly convince herself that hard times were not on the way. "If I were you, I'd get to filling my belly while I still could," he commented, stepping back shoreline brush and away from the insatiable insects. Perhaps he would find that not as much land had been devastated as it would seem, but he bore sincere doubt of that. "That's what I am going to do, anyway. Good luck to ya!" He tipped his muzzle to the copper-accented female, and turned away to lope down the shore. True to his word, he would get to hunting and scrounging up what food he could before all that was left was twigs and dead bugs.

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