Post by Demon on Jan 4, 2012 22:49:03 GMT -5
Demon licked the cool salty water then jumped into it. His coat needed to be clean and if he wanted it to be brushed he would smoothly brush it with his claws. His coat was shiny and smooth and flew in the wind. His foot got caught in the strong current and he slipped. It pulled him out but he dug his nails in the sand and pulled himelf onto the beach He ran up to the higher grounds and laid down. He wished he had a mate. He thought of a mate and pups and a big pack of his own. His pups would be strong and not forced out of the pack at age 1. He would keep them in until they find a safe pack of there own.