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The Fruits of his Labour
« Thread Started on Mar 22, 2006, 8:51am »

The ground around the tower was littered with rocky rubble. The larger rocks were used as shelters, dens for the pack to sleep in, while the smaller onces were simply a nuisance; sticking out of the ground, waiting to stub and trip.

Four charcoal paws picked their way towards a den that stood out from the otehrs because of its superior size. They carried with them a muscular, wolven body. A chunk of bloody meat hung from a pair of masculine, ebony jaws.

Achilles did not actually sleep in Freedom Den. He had claimed his own little den about a month ago, moving out of a larger one which he shared with two others. Thus far, no one had challenged him for his space, nor demanded to share with him. So he had it to himself for the moment, something that gave him a false feeling of triumph.

Despite the fact that he treasured the little space which he could call his own - the snug size of which was immensely useful in preserving heat on cold nights - Achilles prefered to eat and rest in Freedom den. He was a social wolf, most of the time, and enjoyed the company of others. Plus, he prefered the airy, spacious inside of the largest makeshift cave during the day. Sunlight poured easily through the entrance, sunlight that was both refreshing and relaxing - a strange combination - and there was no risk of clostrophobia.

The mahogany and ebony male slipped into the comparitively cool, but brightly lit, den and made his way to the middle. He slid into a lying position, thrusting his forepaws before him, then dropped his meat - the prize he had claimed from his recent hunt - into the hollow between the two limbs. Lowering his head, Achilles inhaled the aroma deeply, and his strange eyes slid closed for a moment, his mouth watering. Then, he proceeded to dig in, quickly devouring the catch before it could be taken from him, as most of his meal had already been.

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