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Aurora,
Red River cub,
Den clearing.
Swallowing her pride, Aurora looked up at Salem with a sheepish grin before touching her nose to the alpha’s cheek, her breath temporarily knocked out of her.
“I guess, shouting surprise is not an option anymore?” She offered, slightly panting as she struggled to regain her breath and failing to keep the disappointment from her voice as she stepped back from her father. Despite not admitting it, Aurora was glad he had stayed still to catch her like a soft, but solid safety wall. Something she would choose any day over the warm, but deceptively hard ground which lay at her feet...not that the added dirt to her already coated fur would make much of a difference. Aurora was fairly certain there was woodlouse somewhere in her coat, but she tried to ignore that snippet of information as best she could. The brief pout from her failed attempt at 'hunting' however, did not remain for long, soon being wiped away by jovial shrug, as the she-cub cocked her head to the side and studied her father.
“So, good morning! sleep well?” Aurora asked, before shyly glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the pack. Though it was stupid to hope, Aurora clung onto the small sliver of hope that perhaps not everyone in the pack had seen her shocking attempt at her hunting technique.
She had been sure she had copied Reaper’s technique perfectly, confident that not even a strand of fur had fallen out of sync with that she had branded into her memory. But alas, she had been wrong before and undoubtedly she would be wrong again, but practice makes perfect. Even if I am over half a year old Aurora thought bitterly to herself.
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