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The arctic wolf prowled around the forest, sniffing here and there to catch any scent of prey. It was faint… but it was there. He could smell the faint scent of a rabbit within the area. It shouldn’t be too hard even with his fur not exactly blending in with his surroundings, but he’ll make do. He followed the scent, his ears flicking now and then as he tried to pick up any other sounds that he may have missed. ...

Lycaon woke up before the sun rose, as per usual. The arctic wolf’s red eyes looked around their shared den, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings before he relaxed when nothing was out of the ordinary. He could feel Belle’s warmth close to him and slowly stood up, only for the gray wolf to put her paw on his foreleg. “Where are you going?...