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It had only been a few days since the kits had been brought from the gate, and already, they were squirming about and interested in everything. Even the albino one, though the sun was a tentative place for him to be, embraced his life seemingly without a care. Though he was a bit more bundled up against the bright light, he romped and played, just like their gold-eyed Mustang and other, black-toned Edward.
Cayliss, Dilandau and Fighter had spent every possible moment they could together, cuddled close and watching their kits, and their bonds had become unmatched because of it. The three of them were as one, and inseperable.
They'd worked out a hunting routine, as well, one staying behind with the kits while two caught game. It worked splendidly.
However, they all seemed to think the same thing: this place was too many bad things. Too close to humans. Too far from water. Too far from good hunting grounds. Too open. Too small.
It was inevitable that they would have to leave, and today was the day.
Cayliss, Dilandau and Fighter had spent every possible moment they could together, cuddled close and watching their kits, and their bonds had become unmatched because of it. The three of them were as one, and inseperable.
They'd worked out a hunting routine, as well, one staying behind with the kits while two caught game. It worked splendidly.
However, they all seemed to think the same thing: this place was too many bad things. Too close to humans. Too far from water. Too far from good hunting grounds. Too open. Too small.
It was inevitable that they would have to leave, and today was the day.