Post by stealthy on Sept 9, 2006 19:14:06 GMT -5
Wildheart tilted his ehad as he sat and observed the kits tumbling around the nursery. He had never been able to do that. "Cannibles equal no fun" He snorted, licking a paw and rubbing it against his cheek. A cool, sunless day had passed without any action and he was dreadfully bored. Peering back up he saw the bigger kit maul a smaller one. All the other kits started piling up on the big one. It was so funny he had to laugh. It was a raspy one but could not be mistaken for anything else.