The Temp Leave

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Mokrag looked in all directions, worriedly. He knew this was the way his cub went. He was now 19 but he was the only family Mokrag has left, or so he thought. He crouched down, smelling the ground and observing for footprints. He recognised his cubs foot. They led him into a almost pitch black cavern.

Some how he was deep in a cave, yet he was getting hit by the wind. His thick long worn bear pelt dyed in the Ugluk colours flapped side to side as he moved quickly. He smelt something, but no longer his cub. He smelt....

He didnt have time to think of what the scent was, because he was hit in the back of his head. He was barely conscious as the blow was harder than anything he had ever felt before. He fell foward and went down with a loud

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He fell into the blackness

OOC: I will be busy over the coming days helping with friends applications as they are eager to get on. I thought something like this will be fitting explaining why I left the Hellgazh triulz mega early and things like that. Anywhoozles, bai for now.