Bearhunt - Sarabi, Rocket, ValpThe sun was starting to go down, it wouldnt be dark yet for a few hours. The brown female tokota stretched her body as if she had been disturbed in the deepest sleep there was. She approached the red female that she was going to hunt together with today.Bearhunt - Sarabi, Rocket, Valp9 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rocket, a pretty tawny piebald male, trotted up to them. A light tailwag to greet the females could be seen, which was responded by more tailwag. Sarabi turned her head, barerly hearing the light paws moving over the ground. But she did hear them, and soon an orange male cat appeared from beneath the bushes. He looked a bit grumpy, and didn't say anything to the tokotas. He graciously climbed a tree, only to jump to Valp's back, where he would probably stay during the tracking of their prey of choice.
No words or commands were needed for the tracking to start, as the Tokotas started to slowly, unmotivated, walk through the forest. They could smell the deers and hares that frequently traveled through this forest, that was their home. Tr
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It was very comfortable living in 221B; John’s bedroom was on the second floor, which he had now decorated with his things. The living room was filled with Sherlock’s things and the kitchen too was filled with science equipment. John cleared just enough so he could carry on his daily works without stumbling, and planned to ask Sherlock to clear those when he had arrived. But days turned to a week and he didn’t come. John started to wonder where he could be. Was he on holiday? No, Mrs. Hudson said it was usual for him to stay out that long, so it must be work then. What kind of work? There were science equipment on the table, so he was a man of science? There was a stack of newspaper by the door – perhaps he had an OCD? There were piles of documents on the desk and some on the floor, which John dared not touch because of the warning he had got. Finally he gave up figuring out what this man’s profession was.