Sleepy Fox Hollow tropfen blut

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likewise, mahler hoped the same. but to know not to run, a yearling boy must be confronted by a charging deer. or so he thought in his more olden philosophies. everyone seemed to understand their roles. mahler was more confident in his with so many younger wolves to lend their stamina and speed to the hunt.
as the line of wolves straightened in their approach, mahler broke into a trot, then a run. his gallop was thunderous, his head lowered and ears pinned for a streamlined approach.
the first stag bleated, then a doe, then another, until the deer were a chaotic and horrified mass of fleeing bodies, retreating toward the cliff.
one buck attempted to veer around mahler's party. a snarl and a snap of hard jaws sounded as the man attempted to herd it back among the others.
he glanced toward his sons and tierra.
the milling mass of cervine panic splashed into the falls, and with a drop behind them, the stags began to lower their antlers and stomp. one ran in sheer foolishness for the wolves, hoping to break through and perhaps make a way for the others.