Maka woke up dizzily from her long sleep. She put her white, soft as snow muzzle in the air and stretched. She sniffed the air, trying to find a prey to catch in the misty morning. She looked behind and across, to see if any other برداشت, ریچھ was there. She could sniff a seal. It was the only meal she could catch after not eating for 3 days. She walked slowly on her four legs to where the big glaciers were. She stood on the snowy mountain, and sure enough, there were seals all around. “Finally, at last there is something to eat.” She کہا softly. She walked slowly down the ہل, لندن of the mountain,...

Lusa awoke to feel the wind ruffling her black fur, and saw a small pond with سامن, سالمن in it. Lusa lumbered over to the pond, and, hooking her claws, she fished out a fat salmon. Lusa killed it with a تیز رو, سوئفٹ nip to its belly then padded over to a giant oak tree. Suddenly, as she got comfortable, a voice sounded behind her, sounding much like Urjuracks. "Lusa," he called. Lusa turned to see the brown برداشت, ریچھ cub sitting beside the tree. His فر, سمور looked oddly clean, and his eyes looked rather milky. Lusa stared at him curiously. "Urjurack." She padded over to him and sniffed his fur. "What are آپ doing...