Twelve billion light years from the edge

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Julooke gave a firm nod to her leader, silently verbalizing her understanding that she was not to become a liar. Julooke had every intention of being in that hunt, come hell or high water.

Julooke's own body froze when she realized Pump was trying to catch something in the water. Her eyes followed the frog, instinct telling her to grab it, but knowing this was Pump's chase, not hers. Her ears perked just before Pump's jaws went for it, just missing it. Slippery little suckers, she said jokingly, following Pump to shore. Julooke herself did not prefer frogs, finding them a little off-taste for her.

So, she began. Are there any other females in the pack who are pregnant or might have pups this year? So far, she had only heard about Thistle, but she hadn't met any of the other females, besides Pump, at this point.


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