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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 7:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 12:50 am
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Gould walked back towards the den, his head hich his tail out straight, he may have won the battle but the war was not over. Still, he was proud of himself and his son, his tail lashed back and forth, the dance of the alphas, he had primised to himself that he would never loose a fight, a combat, loosing the pack now to democracy he knew would be a blow to him, still, he had faught the good fight, it was his right to take back the pack as far as he was concerened but then, then he knew he had been away a long time. He trotted ahead of his son, he would be the first back to the den, his paws would touch the sacred grounds, it was his right, it was tradition. he had not given up without a fight.
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