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Even if she hadn't really 'disappeared' for more than a day and a half, Harley was finally headed in Blizzardclan's direction. Son of a bitches thought they could keep her there; that was a most definite nope. She wasn't dealing with all their crap for the third time, and the she had left. Possessing a Hyena body once she had gotten there, she had sadly gotten into a fight with two previous family members. Now, she had a cut across her neck and two love hearts imprinted and cut into her cheeks. Despite the aggression and anger she had shown towards the Elite and their bags of shit they called members, she kind of missed some, including her mother, and her three best friends. Everyone else could literally go die and she wouldn't give a flying shit.
Surprisingly, this hyena had longer fur, as she had found it in a snowier landscape, and Harley was perfectly suited to it. But, then again, it did have the biggest bell imaginable attached to a extremely large collar that covered half of her long neck. For the whole journey, she had been extremely irritated bye it, but she wouldn't die.
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