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Nian dug down into the snow, carving out a nice deep hollow. Taking the bag of elk meat from J'adore, he placed it in the snow, then covered it up again, pounding down the snow with his paws for good measure. "It seems to me like you've already been to so many places, you could write stores about it already," he said, finishing his burial of the meat. Satisfied that nothing could get at the food and that the ice would keep it cool at least for now, he stepped back and turned to J'adore with a grin. "All right, lead the way," he said, motioning with his paw, then fell into step next to his companion as they started towards the city.
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