

Unfinished, don't read. A distant howl pierced the quiet night air. On a wind through the mountains it traveled to a sleepy pair of ears. Ears twitching Naomi raised her head to listen in on the joyfull sound. More howls on the wind arouse to intertwine in joyus harmony.Unfinished, don't read.
It was the middle of spring and the pack mothers were giving birth to their litters. A season for much cellebration and sorrow was apon the pack. Naomi would not mother this year, she had had a hard winter and her body was in no condition to handle the pains of labor. But this did not dampen her spirits as she shook the sleep from he
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"PUDDING DOESN'T JIGGLE IN THE FRIDGE. IT ONLY JIGGLES WHEN YOU LOOK AT IT" -MxO
And Welcome to DA btw..
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