"Fucking hell, why do we have to hunt in the damn storm?" Mesarthim barked, shivering in the rain. Wasat and Pollux groaned in annoyance. Zuben returned Mesarthim's complaining with a blank stare. "We've pack members to feed." Situla broke in, "For Vánagandr's sake, if we don't find something soon, I'm going to chew my own leg off, let's go." Mesarthim huffed, mumbling more curses under his breath as he sat down and waited for Zuben to find a scent. "What an annoyance..." Zuben thought to herself fondly.
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