Dawnlark Plains papi pacify
All Welcome  June 18, 2018, 01:12 PM
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Things were changing at exponential rates; whereas Eventide could barely form a proper sentence two weeks ago, he was now able to communicate almost fluently with his packmates. His baby blues had begun their transition to his father's warm amber, and his soft puppy fur was beginning to feel and appear more coarse. That once insatiable thirst for his mother's milk had been replaced with a craving for, how do you say...meat!

Now that the pups were older, Eventide was able to sneak away from the den more often. Most of the time, he spent his lonesome battling tree branches and grasshoppers, but his perogative had recently shifted. It was time that he start learning how to hunt, even if he had to start with mice and unlucky chipmunks.