M. The Truth Hurts.
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It was a welcome change to get some fresh air. Itheral was starting to get used to navigating down below the surface, but it was nice to come topside and remind him what sunlight was like. Sighing happily, the large wolf began an aimless trot back through the woods, not far from where he'd first encountered Alaki originally. The dull throb from his left forepaw reminded him all too well of that encounter. A soft sigh escaped the black wolf as he strolled through the trees, welcoming the feeling of sun on his fur, the sounds of birds chirping all around him.

The fat wolf really hadn't any idea what he had planned to do once he was out and about, but he was fine by that. It had been a while since he got to have a little 'me' time, which usually entailed a walk, maybe a snack of rabbit, and a very, very long nap in the sun. The sun was rising into the sky, but the canopy of the trees helped keep the wolf nice and cool, helped by a westward breeze. There had been no sign of small game he could catch as of yet, so the rotund would was getting a smidge peckish an couple hours into his stroll, but he wasn't too concerned. The day was still young, after all.

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