It was cold in this big bushy tree, 'A girl beat up a bear, and i beat up a fly! Some acheviment that was. But i was a good hunter, not as good as magic, A good sence of smell, nah, a erm a, what could i have

Tracking, i could track for miles on end.
Few even a

couldnt go past within 4 miles without me finding out wihin the next 24 hours. The

Was shining and the

where dying, it was almost mating season, and yet again it would go past with nothingness.
But i had tried this year at least. The wind was blowing into my fur, scrawming around for a home to chill me. I setteld down into a small sleep, and woke up, graduated as a winged wolf, i could now mate, ii could now not smell of human. I could now fly propaly.
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My Wolves
Bramble
Coral
Sharp
Tala
Wolves Rule