"Track he says! Nothing to be afraid of he says …whatever's out there sounds like it could eat me in one bite!!" Swiftpaw moved slowly through the sparse savannah grass on stiff legs. He could still hear the roaring in the distance and that sound caused every hair along his neck, shoulders, back and tail to stand upright. This just wasn't going to be a good hunt.
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Hailfire
poor swift *sniff* he looks so scared!