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"Not prey scraps" he mumbled softly as he hid his grouse which was half eaten but him.* |
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"Scraps," he asks then remembers that Riot's rank was omega, "oh, yeah scraps... If you want prey to eat that isn't scraps just tell me. I don't want anyoen going hungry, even if they are an omega." |
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*he nodded still in the cave his head touching the roof. "if I disappear I'm here. This is my safe spot as I hid here from my father" he nodded to the claw marks on the wall, "he found it once while I was here but he didnt know their was a backroom" she squeezed through a small opening that led into a big clearing with a stream running through it* |
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He watched Riot go through the opening and slowly followed after him. Timber looked around at the clearing with slight awe in his eyes. "Pretty cool," he says to Riot, "I'm sorry for how your father had treated you. At least he won't be messing with you anymore." |
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"I dont need an apology. I need a lov-" he cut off on lover, pinned his ears in Embarrassment and darted to a far corner where moss was growing and vines crept down making a secluded room*
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He tilted his head some on why Riot was embarrassed. -Everyone needs a lover eventually- he thinks -why is he embarrassed on admiting that?- Instead of following right after Riot, Timber went over to the stream nearby and bent over, lapping up some of the cool water. |
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*he lay down watching timber. He shook his head, timber had no cclue riot liked him. He knew that timber wouldnt like him back.* |
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Once he had drank enough he trotted over and laid down nearby to Riot. His eyes darted around looking at the space, since it really was nice in here. |
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*he watched timber looked around, amused. It was nice and only a couple of wolves knew about it. It was his safe space since he was still picked on by others and he had multiple fresh scars. He jumped up to grab a pigeon revealing a 3 inch scar on his stomach with some dried blood around it. He managed to grab the bird and he set it new timber* |
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He looked over as Riot jumped up and caught a glimpse of the scar on his stomach. He glanced down at the bird in front of him before frowning. "Where did that scar come from," he asked, nodding towards Riot's stomach, "and how long have you had it?" |
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