Heres some more of my story

The lunch bell rang, and the three joined up again. They sat in there corner, waiting for the bell to ring again, dismissing them to there final two classes of the day.
The bell rang, the siblings finished there day. At the end of one of the happiest days they’d had this year, the three rode the bus home. Well, to the end of a road where there “house’ was, when actually, the had to run about a quarter of a mile to get to the dens.
When they were close, they smelt them. The other werewolves. And blood, like a battle had gone on. “Leif. You stay behind us.” said Lyfe, “I can take care of myself. I don’t need your protection all the time.” she told her older brother. He growled, not wanting her to get injured, again. He had a sudden memory of when his baby sister was almost killed in a battle. Lyfe shook his head, dispersing the horrible image of her bloody fur, slashed body, from neck to tail. He turned and faced her, “I. Will. Not. Let. You. Get. Hurt. Again.” he said harshly, “But it wasn’t your fault, I got in the middle of your battle, even when you told me not to. I faced the consequences, not you.” she told him. He growled again, baring his teeth. “Fine. I’ll humor the big bad wolf.” Leif giggled. “It’s not funny.” Lyfe told her, and Lyte snickered. Lyfe snarled at him, and he stopped. Lyfe sighed, ”Lets go.” and he took off running.
They reached the dens, and the siblings saw them, the others, the half breeds. The three were werewolves through blood, making them pure bloods. Kiba and Kota were bitten. They were automatically half breeds, or, dirty bloods. Though it really made know difference at all. The siblings blood line was weak, the eldest of the pack, there grandfather, was bitten, he bit there grandmother, then there father was created.
Lyfe and Lyte snarled, tensing up, ready to kill them for coming onto there territory. They were just laying there, with Fite, Kea, and there grandparents. Fite stood, defensively, growling back at the brothers. Leif came out from behind her brothers, narrowed her eyes at the twins once, then looked at her father, “What are they doing here?” she asked. “They have joined the pack. Consider them your, brother and sister, almost.” he told them. The three cubs jaws all dropped right there. They couldn’t believe it. They were in shock, disbelief.
An hour had passed since the cubs learned about the newest addition to the pack. Now they were helping the twins dig a den. When they were finished, the siblings, twins, Fite, and Kea all went on a hunting trip. Fite said that he had seen a pretty big herd of deer, if they couldn’t find them, Kea knew where a pasture of cows and goats were.
Fite and Kea led the way, followed by Lyfe, Then Leif and Lyte, finally Kiba and Kota. They all ran in there furs. Kiba and Kota were so noticeable with there white fur, while the others blended in farley well with there arrangement of silvers, browns, and black furs.
They followed the scent for miles on end, with no results. Kea led them to the pastures, where they brought down two goats, a cow, and on “accident” a barn cat on Leif’s part. They took there dinner back to the dens, where they ate, Kiba and Kota sharing a goat that they brought down, after multiple tries, like they had never hunted in there lives. In reality, they hadn’t, that was there first time. But they wouldn’t admit it to the rest of there newly found pack.
They stayed up late, it the week of the full moon, the absolute best time of the month. Though the twins went to there den early, they were exhausted from the hunt.
After the twins crashed, and were asleep for about half an hour, “Why did you accept those, those, mongrels into the pack?” Lyfe asked his father. “Because, they needed a pack, and we needed more members in our pack.” he answered calmly. “That’s not a very good answer, they didn’t need a pack, they could make there own.” Lyfe told his father. “It should be a good enough answer for you, yes they did, they didn’t even know how to hunt, let alone hunt for a pack, and you saw, well at least heard, how uneven there run was. They would have scared any prey away before they got close enough to even try to capture it.” Fite told Lyfe, an edge in his voice, meaning he was getting annoyed.
Lyfe left it at that, and went for a run under the early full moons light, feeling new found energy course through him, knowing that it would only get stronger as the full moon came closer. He ran for hours, up until the early hours of the day. He didn’t worry about being tired, as long as he got a few hours of sleep, he would be fine. He ran himself past the point of exhaustion, he collapsed there, a few hundred yards away from the dens, and slept until some one woke him up.
Turns out that someone happened to be Leif. “To tired to even come into the den? Or were you watching the twins?” she asked with her head cocked to the side, a slight smile crossing her lips, the way it will on a wolf. He sighed, “The first one….maybe the second one a little. Why?” he told her, a slight smile, even slighter than hers, crossed his wolf face, then he looked up at the sky, “Uh. What time might it be? If you don’t mind me asking.” he said. “Close to noon, why? You didn’t want to go to school today, did you?” she asked him.
“Where are the twins, anyway?” he asked her, “Lyte’s watching them. They seem to have slept really well. Were going on a hunting trip today, Fite wants to sharpen there hunting skills.” she told her older brother. Lyte walked up to them, “There really quiet, they seem ok, but I don’t trust them, much anyway.”
Fite and Kea came up to the three, “Lets get a move on, there’s a big herd of deer a couple miles up river, we can block them off, then the twins can have some practice.” Fite told them. They each nodded once, then they went and got the twins, got into formation, and started after the deer.
The small part of the pack was running just fine, until Leif decided that Lyte was going to slow, since they had to run in a line through the thickest part of the forest, following the herd. Leif nipped Lyte, and he nipped her back, they go into a tussle, and rolled down a hill, into a large mud puddle. There they rolled and nipped, bit, scratched, and fought like the cubs they were. Leif was just barley over a year old, Lyte, two, though they looked much older as humans. The rest of the pack came down and broke up the fight. Then the cubs were disciplined accordingly.
When the ordeal was over, they were back on the path, on the way to the practice for the twins. Though the three siblings could also use the practice.
Then they found them, a huge herd. All grazing out in a meadow. And quite a few younger ones, perfect for practicing. Fite told the twins to split up, one going with Lyfe, the other with Kea. Although they seemed reluctant, eventually, Kiba went with Kea, and Kota with Lyfe. Leif, Lyte, and Fite all went to there normal positions, only this time, Fite wouldn’t jump out for a kill, he would keep the deer in a werewolf corral. This would allow the cubs to take turns at practice, learning to attack from the sides, away from the antlers, to go for the youngest, oldest, and weakest; to separate them from the rest of the herd, then bring them down.
After several hours of following, the command was given, and the pack got ready for the chase. Leif and Lyte pounded out of the bushes, scaring the deer, causing a stampede. Lyfe, Kota, Kiba, and Kea all closed the sides, chasing them towards Fite, who would block them, at least most of them, letting the cubs practice.
Kota went first, she picked out a younger one, a good choice, unless you were to count the mother that was right by the young deer. The mother rushed her when she rushed the baby, Kota jumped out of the way, almost to slow, and ran back to the protection of the pack. “You’ll never eat if you hunt like that.” Lyfe told her. “I’ll try again later.” she told him.
Leif went next, she decided on a older female, after circling the entire herd a few times, whom stood slightly away from the herd. She started to work the old girl even farther away from the protection of the herd, the deer tried to run away, and Leif followed, finally ending the old deer’s life, though the deer gave a fight, Leif would have a full stomach for a few days.
Kiba went next, he had better results than his sister, he got a hold of a very small, young deer, who wouldn’t even survive the winter if it stayed this small. He killed it just from pure luck, it got separated form his mother, by the time she found him, it was to late, he was hanging in the jaws of Kiba. He would have a full stomach for the day.

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