(ahhh okie dokie makes sense ima write now)
Finally, after a fair while of dragging the soggy basket of fish, Duchess and Moxie arrived back at the clearing.
'Oh, it feels like we're a little late, my dear' exclaimed Duchess, 'it felt like it took weeks dragging this basket.' Moxie looked up at the sky, and she had to agree; they were probably around two minutes late to their meet-up time.
'Well, that's alright, they'll just be even more grateful for the food.' They both stumbled a little more, until finally they came to the clearing, inhabited by what seemed to be more people then before… but maybe her eyes were tired, she couldn't tell. She dropped the fish and bounded over to the others.
'Hi guys! Sorry we're late, I think we caught quite a bunch of them. I'm hoping we can all have a feast.'
'Especially when we cook the fish' stated Duchess, 'the oil and crispiness will be heavenly, I tell you,especially with a few herbs if we manage to find some.' But quite suddenly, Duchess started t ache in her legs, and she could feel her eyes drooping, begging for some rest. 'Oh, I almost forgot. Have you found a place where we can all sleep, my sweet little wolves?'