[vellichor]

Fang had been sitting outside the gaping entrance to his den, which was a few crashed shelves. The pack had moved into an abandoned store awhile ago, and they were almost out of food. ‘Perhaps Valor could take Luna, Timber and Bane out scavenging... Faith could watch the pups... Stephie and I can scout...’ The Alpha was deep in thought. His jet black fur helped him hide in the dark, but perhaps not here. His yellow eyes scanned the active ‘camp’. Most dens were - like his - shelves toppling over one another, with enough room in between to live.

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