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Short huffs of breath show in the brisk winter air. The white wolfs paws making prints in the snow. Her narrowed eyes scan the land, looking for any signs of prey on the harsh tundra, not one once of meat in sight for a hunt. Hungry and cold the white wolf wanders, in search of food, slowly forgetting the pack she broke away from. Too coddled and trapped she felt under their rein, but now she wonders if it was a mistake. Surely she'd have food by now if she were capable of being on her own. She doesn't give up however, her drive and strong will pushing her to take steps in the right direction. She walks for what seems days to come across a pack of reindeer. She lowers her head and ears down, concentrating on who first to take down. As they walk around, a few of the children play in the snow, she ignores them completely. There wouldn't be enough meat on their bones for half a meal. The Mother of what me be one of the babies walks over, a slight limp in her step. Wounded the wolf sees, and she's quite large too. She retains the urge to throw her head back and bay for her pack, instead she creeps forward, ducking behind the few trees that lie next to the pack, keeping invisible. She knew once she found a reliable source she wouldn't need the pack. She grins to herself, thinking of how they must think she's dead on her own. Wit that she takes a leap of faith, her claws sinking victory....
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These hot little numbers are for your nights out on the town...
These are so you can remember which day it is...
this is especially for your trips to the beach...
and because I love elephants so much... I couldn't resist getting these too...