Rena padded toward the mouth of the den, emerging from the rocky maw with her tail high and ears erect. Narrowing her amber eyes against the noonday sun, she spied a pleasant bit of shade across the clearing and loped toward it, huffing in displeasure as the heat scorched her dark pelt.
Seeking her shade, she passed by a band of rowdy pups tussling in the dirt and yipped at them playfully, grinning when they turned her way. It was on rare days like this when she could forget about the war with the Alpha Cliff Pack. With a contented flick of her tail Rena settled in her patch of shade, languidly watching the simple motions of pack life.
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