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"Is it possible to describe his scent" she asked, worry creeping through her |
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"Smelled like blood." she stopped, "I can't describe it." |
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"Eric possibly" she murmured "he smells like death" she said to herself "so, what else you have you been up to" she asked |
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"Trying not to jump of cliffs... Hmm... Run from males... Practice basketball... Not sure what else." Zamika laughed. |
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"Basketball sounds fun" she said getting up "can I ask something" She asked Zamika |
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"What?" Zamika asked. She grabbed a peice of the deer meat and ate it standing up. |
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"How long is a wolf pregnant, and how many pups do they usually have" |
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"Umm... 75 days top. Why?" she asked, "A litter of 6 top." Zamika rolled her shoulders, "You have somewhere I can stay?" |
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"What!" She cried out "isn't it different if you're a shifter" she asked, six pups was a lot and 75 days was not enough time |
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"I don't know my dad was a vet and my mom was a shifter... If you tell me to go to my mom..." Zamika inhaled, "I'm going to go buy another knife." |
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