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The role play!
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“Well, what ever.” Jazzy looked at Calypso, “You coloring is odd. I know some wolves with red, but not your red. And you are quite small for a wolf…” Jazzy stood up, “I’ll be..umm…right back.” Jazzy walked off and went into the elders den.
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*Calypso knew she was right, she didn’t know why.’Its probably because I’m a runt like that wolf said,’ she thought and huffed, she was starting to believe she might be a runt.’Wait but don’t runts have defects? I don’t think I have defects?do I?’ Calypso got confused with her self and shook her head to clear it, she finished the last bits of the rabbit before resting her head in her paws.
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Minuit comes out of the log, the bite had healed some, he is feeling daring. He bounds off to the northerners din, he stops 500 feet away, atop a small hill
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*Calypso closed her eyes and started to take a little nap*
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Jazzy came trotting back, “CALYPSO! HOW COME YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?”
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The black wolf moves stealthily down the hill, he spots the red runt, napping. A larger wolf stands over her
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*Calypso’s eyes shot open at Jazzys loud comment*”T-tell you what!?” She said shaking her head to wake her self more.
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“Your a red wolf! You knew that!” Jazzy growled and bit the air.
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“Y-yes I know my coat is red.”
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“Your a Red wolf, not a grey or any kind of wolf, you have your own species!” Jazzy snarled, “You could have told me this. But I had to ask the elder, who knows everything.”
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“I-Im a…difrent s-species,” Her ears drooped as her last words came out in a whisper, she seemed distant now. her mind trying to comprehend this information.
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Minuit stops about 100 feet away, they seem to be in a heated discussion
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*Calypso back up a few paces*”I-I didn’t k-know,” She turned and padded away as fast as she could which wasn’t very fast at all in her state. It was a strain as well, once she got away from the pack which wasn’t that far she could still see it in the distance. She wrested next to a log out of breath, She felt her soul getting pulled down by despair.’T-this explains things, b-but I-I don’t want… If I am not of them… then,’ She thought in despair.
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Jazzy tried to follow after, “I’m not mad! Come back!”
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*Calypso stayed where she was next to the log, she was to tiered to move at the moment, and her wounds were starting to sting. She tried to move but it took to much out of her*