The more I thought about it, the more thrilled I became. By the time I got off the plane, night had already fallen. To my surprise, a large group of werewolves had gathered under the moonlit sky to celebrate a bonding ceremony. They danced wildly around the fire, beat drums with feral rhythm, and howled in unison with the wind. The trees were adorned with glowing moonstones, twinkling like stars in the darkness.Young pups dashed around the bonfire, their paws thudding against the ground, eyes gleaming with excitement.They darted between legs and leapt through smoke, shouting and giggling, pleading for candies with eager little howls.The elder wolves stood by the fire, laughing heartily as they tossed sweets high into the air.The pups squealed with joy, some laughing so hard they tumbled over each other, others blinking through happy tears as they clutched their prizes close.The night was wild with warmth, laughter, and the kind of magic only childhood could bring.While everyo
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