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It was a beautiful night, with the moon covering the fresh, untouched snow with a sleek silver sheen. Two massive wolves, one noticbly larger than the other, stalked into the moonlit clearing. A sense of regalness shrouded around them, and they seemed to never touch the ground. They stopped in the center where the moon shown directly on thair sleek pelts. The smaller one, a beautiful jet black she-wolf with fur as silky as a dove's feather, and eyes as silver as the moonlight she stood on, was the first to speak,"When will she realize her true destiny?" her voice was as smooth- and...
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