Posted by Moonshine on January 4, 2007, 12:03 am, in reply to "~**~Alpha~**~" Moonshine tried to raise her head, but what was left of her muscles would not abide. She looked at the fawn, mouth watering in hunger, then back at the brute, who was still grooming himself. Knowing that she would need help, she called out in a weak voice, stating. Excuse me kind sir. But, did you kill the fawn for me? And, if so, could you bring it here, I have not the stregth to rise.
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Concious thought started to trickle back into Moonshine. First, it was hearing and feeling. The soft crackle of the fire was like music to her ears as the heat warming and drying her sodden pelt. Then came smell. The metallic scent of blood blew through her nares, bringing Moonshine into a total state of conciousness. Food. Being her first thought. Slowly she opened her eyes, revealing to the world dull blue orbs, and revealing to herself the he-wolf that had rescued her, a dead fawn, and a fire.
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