Book 3 Chapter One - The Mission
Chapter One Fire. You should start a fire. The voice whispered in her head distantly, but she swatted the thought away like an annoying fly. She dragged the carcass of the small deer to a more sheltered spot. The animal outweighed her, but she was nothing if not determined. With a quick scan of the surrounding forest, she ripped into the flesh with her canines, going straight for the soft underbelly, and the most nutritious vital organs. By the time her belly was engorged with fresh meat, her muzzle was stained with blood, and night was falling. Her wolf-form was small and pale, the color somewhere between sandy white and grey, with deep brown eyes. She sat back on her haunches and licked absently at her lips. In her periphery she saw two coyotes pacing restlessly. They were
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