Tropical Trees with Dewey Leaves
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A new scent arrived whistling through the air. Jazia knew the scent right away, it was a werewolf. She hoped she wouldn't be driven away from the creature near. When she heard it speak, Jazia wasn't able to prick out the inner depths of its words. The tone wasn't clear enough to figure anything out from it.

"Yes. I know," Jazia stated. She knew where she was, she didn't just wander places like some unintelligent wolf would. The air changed then, the warmth arriving back. It hugged Jazia and made her calm. This wasn't the time to get aggressive.


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