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Species He stands there looking behind forlornly in the deepened blue tinged snow He is alone now The trees in the background his only shelter His mate is dead Dead of the cold and starvation after her last litter of 7 pups They have been left to fend on their own while their father searches for another mate and lets out a mournful cry under the full moon AWOOO yip yip yip AWOOO Come to me for I am your Alpha |
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