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Ooc — Natalie
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August 03, 2014, 08:36 PM
;A; *Casually squeezes myself in here.* If you'd rather not have Kipling as well, just PM me and I'll delete the post.
What was up with all the noise? At first Kipling had been content to ignore the howl, allow another wolf to deal with it. It might've been her business to investigate, but her business was also to fill the cache and instead she'd been picking at it. Grumbling as she deposited the leftover beaver leg back into the stash, and made her way over to the confrontation. Was she at all surprised to see Fang growling at a vagabond outside of their borders? The answer was no.
Having been on the other side of the fence once, not too long ago, Kipling headed down with the intent to defused the situation. Naturally she blamed Fang, convinced he was either overreacting to something or another.
When she jogged into closer proximity though, for a moment her heart fluttered into her throat mistaking the loner for their alpha before her nose told her otherwise. Good thing, because if that particular fight happened to go down, she certainly didn't want to be around for it, already catching on that Fang didn't exactly hold their leader in high regard.
So it was casually she slipped in beside Fang who was a haughtily displaying his namesake, while she remained collected, not entirely sure what had went down. Can we help you?
She inquired, a skeptical brow raised in the other wolf's direction. She may have not been her packmate's biggest fan, but she was obligated to back him up, and so she would.
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