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   Disapproved's muscles tightened as she stretched across the chrisp ground outside the walls of the well known Dog Pound. She had barely had a second of thought before quickly they contracted and she sprung up. She'd only just realized that there was yet another, considerably larger wolf resting not too distant from herself. Thanks to her old pack, she had learned and adapted to being alert 24-7. Too bad they'd kicked her out, or she'd have remembered to sleep with her eyes open. Her audit's tilted high on her cranium as she strained to hear any noises coming from the male. Silent as a hunting wolf. She'd remember her mother say. Slowely, she raised herself onto all fours, lifting her tail so it hovered in the winter air, and approached him cautiously. Last thing she needed was another damned scar across her face.