Chapter 3 - part 4/4

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On the river bank the cubs huddled around their injured mother and the young males flopped on the grass. Swiftkill ran down the riverside but Troy was no where to be seen. The rain continued to fall and Swiftkill knew she had to continue in to the forest save the pack. As she turned away from the river she was thankful that her tears were hidden by the rain. "To the forest" she whimpered "we have to go on to the forest".

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