Food House

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Chicken Penne lets out a long, drawn out yawn. She was always a bit of a lazy fellow when returning from her explorations. Her nest is practically flattened with how often she lays down for a nap in her very cozy cave. But for the meantime, she shakes the sleep away from her paws to keep herself awake long enough.

"Welcome to the Food House," she greets with a signature lazy smile, "we do things a little differently here but that doesn't make us any less of a pack, that's what I believe." With a small huff, she pushes herself to get up and lead you towards another one of the caves.

"The Dining Room is where the real wolves make the magic happen. They're all a hardworking bunch because I sure can't hunt and scout all on my own." Chicken Penne's ears pointed towards the group of wolves inhabiting the cave. Some where huddled together taking a little snooze while two wolves were discussing with each other about what they saw during their scouting missions. One wolf, a white furred one, smelled heavily of medicinal herbs and was carefully wrapping them up for storage. "I couldn't have done this without them, that's for sure," interjected Chicken Penne again before she moved on to the next cave.

"Kidz Table is straightforward; it's where all the pups and adolescents stay under the care of our pupsitters, Dark Chocolate Cone and Avocado Snacks." As you peer into the new cave, you can instantly tell there's a different atmosphere here. With so many pups here, the air sparked with their high energy. They tussled with each other and even some of the adolescents were playfighting with each other. "Once they become adults, we send them off to find the pack that they want to be apart of," commented Chicken Pene, "y'know, to find their own stories and such. It's better than leaving them in other packs where they might be chased off before they're ready to leave the cave."