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Post by saber on Sept 8, 2011 19:21:55 GMT -5
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Bruno looked at the large trees. They reminded him of the trees in the orchard, tall and thick. He took a quick look around. The twitter of little birds perched in the tree. His stomach growled, but he did not want to kill. He wondered if it was possible to eat other things.He tore out a big tuft of grass. It was hard to break down the long strips into pieces small enough to eat. He spit it up. Flavorless. The furry brown pup hadn't eaten since he was born, which had to be just a few days ago, where he met two felines and a canine that had "evolved" so to speak.
Bruno warily flopped down on the forest floor. Charcoal lips spread back and opened wide. A jaw lined with puppy teeth and a bright pink tongue yawned miserably. A leaf fluttered down. He quickly snapped his fangs around it and tried to eat it as well. Awful. He sighed. Bruno licked his dry nose and lips. He needed food and plants would not satisfy him. He needed meat. He needed to learn to be a carnivore. He needed a hunting lesson.
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