• Suna Kitsune

    Rikker takes in the scene around him. THe crisp cold morning air. THe sound of morning larks chirping away in the distance. Even the smell of blood on the wind didn't excite him in the slightest. Slowly emerging from the rock dwelling he has called home, The great brown bear stretches each of his long limbs. He knew that nothing could challenge him; he had grown complacent in past years. No one ever dared poach on his lands. The heards of elk and cattle were his and his alone to devour. He would have been correct as usual, in his arrogance, save for a lonely wolf. The wolf didn't sleep all winter long. In fact, she was planning on moving further north for the warmer seasons. Her white fur stood in contrast to the fresh morning flo…

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