The Forest of Nazradil

They're taking too long.

The pack began to worry and fret. While Moonpaw was watching over them, the pack were starting to doubt Redbird's leadership. Why would their former Alpha choose Redbird as the next in line? Why wasn't it wise and gentle Moonpaw, or strong and independent Onyx? It was starting to disrupt the clan, causing bickering and small arguments. Two Ambertalon wolves were already growling at each other, suddenly they were wrestling and nipping at each other - and this wasn't play fighting. Before the fight could draw blood, a dirty brown wolf collided in between the two like a comet.

"Hey, hey, now!" Dusty laughed nervously as he split the two. They shook their pelts and glared down at him, the lowly diffuser wolf. Dusty pranced about in place and rolled over a few times, looking absolutely silly. "Why so serious, guys?" Dusty asked with his back on the ground. "Come on, loosen up!"

The two wolves growled down at him, then snapped at the air inches from his face. One of them even tackled him and bared their teeth at his throat, but this was all going to plan. Soon, his clanmate's jaws released from him and the fight was gone as if nothing happened. Dusty stood back up, sighing in relief while shaking his own fur to calm himself. Looks like it'll be a busy day until Redbird comes home..
 
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