Fairspell Meadow the Temny wolf

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the own of the cache was not long in returning; mahogany gaze flickered to the she-wolf as she began her tirade; loud, angry, yet not making any move to actually chase her off. swallowing another chunk of the rabbit; the corpse near-picked clean, now.

tail moved at her rear, auds pricked forward. the yelling startled a finch into frantic motion, winging up and through the canopy. dying sunlight reached through the leaves, painting the wolves in dozens of flecks of light. "hide it better." moving back from the corpse, she made as if to take her leave; no guilt on her conscience.