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The air was crisp and cool, colder than the recent spring days within New Dawn, but the drop in temperature was barely noticed by the Alphess. Born and bred for colder climates and coming into her adulthood in the winter kept her from pining after summer days that she could not yet have. The only summer she had experienced she could barely remember because she had been so young, so she had grown accustomed to the cold snow and frosty air. There was none of that now, but the grass was dew-kissed this morning, and a light mist shrouded the forest and smelled of the ocean. Her pack lived so close to the sea that she wondered if sometimes this weather was caused by Poseidon himself.
Yet it wasn't the intricacies of the weather that the silver wolf was concerned about right now. No, today her foremost worry was far more crucial than such menial fancies. Today she needed to find a hiding spot for a very special treasure...
Or maybe I'll just eat it... she thought to herself as she dropped the bone into the grass. Golden eyes peered out of the woods into the clearing that she so lovingly called Avalon, scouring the landscape for any other souls. Sure, this may be New Dawn, her safe haven, but she had just retrieved this morsel from the site of one of the pack's old kills. It was a wonder that other scavengers hadn't carried it off yet... and it was still rich with tasty marrow... She looked down at the bone longingly.
Well, Avalon seemed vacant enough, so she snatched her bounty back up and trotted out over the grass, the fur on her legs and paws clumping together as it became wet with dew. Picking a spot that seemed random yet meticulous, she dropped the bone aside and began tearing at the ground with her forepaws. Soon enough her paws were caked with mud and stained brown, but still a shower of dirt rained out through her hind legs. This one belonged down deep, where it would be safe...
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