Wolfeus Kindeer
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It was a briskly cold night in November, and Lest Silverpaw was lost. Very lost. He'd decided hours ago that searching in the forest for those magical stones was not one of his better ideas. A wolf he may be, yes, but in reality wolves can actually be pretty weak. He, unfortunately, was one such wolf. He groaned to himself as his paws plodded on between the trees. He could've been going in circles, for all he knew.
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