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A little bit of water dripped down inside the den and he moved a little bit so that he would avoid the trickle. "I doesn't like the wet." A few days before he'd gotten stuck on a rock in the middle of the ocean and had ended up falling in. He was really glad that he was now in a safe, warm, and relatively dry den.
"It is good to meet others from the pack." He said, nodding. "Da sometimes goes out by himself...but sometimes I go with him. I can't go as far as he can...and he can change into a reallllly big wolf sometimes when he wants to. I can't do that either. Can you?" He looked at her evenly, wondering.
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