Crimson Death/ Sinning Fear

*the two black pups trotted along the beach. the smaller one, Sinning Fear, followed her brother.* Where are we going to? *she wanted to know for she was getting tired again and needed a rest. her paws were going into the sand leaving little paw prints*

i don't know sis. where ever we can get some rest. *he hadn't seen any other wolves or canines around anywhere. may be this land was deserted.*

Crimson Death/ Sinning Fear

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