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The furs of Snow, an adult wolf, drifted through the wind softly. He was as tall as a wooden chair, and as long as a grown man. It was time for the selection, and it was insisted all adult wolves attended. Licking his grey and white fur lightly to cleanse the dust, he began to run towards the Great Den. Panting ever so slightly, Snow glanced wearily at the High-ranks. He knew t

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