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For a long time there has not been such a revival in the community. All affairs are postponed, all the inhabitants of the island of hermits got enough sleep from their houses. Joy, anticipation and relaxation were read on their faces. More than three years have passed since we celebrated the holiday of the Procreation, as new members of the flock joined us.

To the large oak table, always waiting outside for holidays and meetings, two more were set up. All hostesses brought treats. Children rushed between them, now and then threatening to demolish both the tablecloth and everything that was on the tables. All children except for two new wolves and Morgan.

The little wolf cubs were now sleeping off after a busy night. And they will sleep most likely until the evening after the herbal infusion, which helps to turn. For them, this was not an easy test, and the holiday was rather for the flock, which found its continuation in them.

My bones also ached a little after last night, but there w