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Suddenly, a strong but small whiff of a young fawn caught his nose and he instantly began to search for the loner. It seemed as though the youngster had strayed a little to far from mother. That was going to be a grave mistake for the fawn. Now if only Fuego could find out where exactly it was hiding or running around. The black warrior stalked around the herd in cat like movements, his muscles flowing marvelously beneath his jet black pelt. Finally, he had spotted it and his muscles began to tense up. Would it be a good idea to strike now? No. Fuego decided that it was best to still try to get as close to it as possible. He didn't want to be a failure today. Silently he kept on creeping up on the fawn until he was a good fifteen or so feet away. Now, it was a good idea to spring into action. If all went well and no one interfered with his plans, this wolf would be fed today for sure. In a quick outburst of speed, Fuego galloped after the fawn in full strength. The fawn felt his presence coming instantly and headed off running for its parents but the wolf still kept on going. Faster and faster the pair went. The story of life and death played out before mother nature's eyes as Fuego galloped after his prey. Just has he thought all was going well, the fawn managed to get back with its mother and all hopes of getting something to eat were now far from his grasp. The hungry wolf still kept on going though, but at a slower speed until he was almost in front of the doe. A couple of times she charged at him but still he wouldn't give up. This fawn was going to be in his jaws.
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Trying a different tactic, Fuego charged around the back end quickly and started to tare slightly at the back end of the doe trying to pester her and get her attention from her fawn. This seemed to work for a while. But he still needed a way to get to his meal. Somehow he had to get over to that creature.
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The young black wolf stood proudly waiting for the brute to come along with him. Maybe he would share his kill with him, maybe he wouldn't. Gekirin layed down in the grass panting only slightly to get rid of some of the small heat in his body. Having a black pelt had its disadvantages after all.
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<center><table width=470px style="border: #C5C5C5 solid 3px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; background-image: url(http://i13.tinypic.com/2qcquly.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #003322;"><tr><td><div style="line-height:12px; color:#777777; margin-top:228px" align="justify"> Eyes grew very strict and unhappy as the new black male came runnning straight into his hunt. In an instant, the new wolf bounded over and began to imitate his own moves, but with a lot more agility. Fuego was becoming a bit older and it was causing him to not be able to move as well as he used to in his younger years. Anger and frustration became bottled up inside of him, but he didn't let it totally control him. Fuego ran after the brute who took off with his lunch. "Hey you! Get back here! What do you think you are doing taking my food from me when it was rightfully mine to begin with?" He said to him with a sharp tone in his voice. His head was held high and his tail was up like a flag in a strict dominant manner. He was not in a good mood. The new brute seemed to be a lot younger then him by many years. His pelt looked quite new under the glares of the beaming sunlight. His eyes shown a bright gold like somone he had known. All of the sudden, the thought just struck him. Was this one of the alphess's lost pups? He had already heard of Netami and Sorcen; the horrible fate that was given to them a few weeks ago. Perhaps this one was the last pup from Toorima's last litter. "What is your name pup and where did you come from?" Fuego demanded some answers right at that exact moment and wasn't going to leave without his stolen kill.
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The sun began to glare even brighter in the cloudy sky. It looked like there was going to be a light storm coming to the packlands and by the looks of it, it wasn't going to really last that long. Oh well, he would just have to deal with it like so many others around him. The grass was a little wet from earlier rains days earlier and it tickled him beneath his paws like bird feathers. Fuego still stood like a proud warrior before the black yearling. His green orbs remained focused and quite strict. He of course meant no harm to come to the pup, he just wanted to know who he was and also just wanted his kill. The kill was actually the first main reason why he stormed after the pup. And so Fuego waited for some kind of answer, expecting some kind of explaination as to why the pup took off so quickly without any regard to Fuego.
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[dohtml]<center><div style="width: 444px; border: 4px double #AA0033; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i18.tinypic.com/4c9kpad.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top center;"><div style="margin-top: 317px; padding: 15px; font-family: Verdana; font-size:11px; line-height:12px; color: #AA5555; text-align: justify;line-height: 14px;"> Gekirin didn't hesitate one bit when the large male ran over to him quickly and demanded some answers. A small smile framed on to his lips and he spoke with great confidence, little fear showed in his spirit. "My name is Gekirin, son of the alphess Toorima. I have just returned from the Guardian Forests pack and now live a good life here. If you are intending to bring me any harm, I would think twice about that." He said in a full introduction leaving out the fact that he was after all half Sangra. He looked at the brute almost dead in the eyes without at first even realizing it. "I aplologize for taking your kill. Here, you can have it back." Gekirin apolopized and scooted the dead fawn over to where the bigger black wolf stood. Gekirin waited there for some sign of forgiveness and reassurance that he was doing something right. Today was not a good day to turn this pup sour.
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