black wolf
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“I, as a puppy, basked in the arms of a woman. She smelled of flowers and spices. She smiled back at me, bringing joy deep into her heart. Her red curls fell on my muzzle, and I serenely played with them, awkwardly moving my paws. Feeling of calmness and tranquility. All around us was only the forest, and the sun was mixed with the leaves of the trees. Everything is new and interesting to me. I'm a week old at most.
" You've got to go," came a rough male voice. “Take him as far as you can—it’s my father!” Exactly, it was his voice, I felt it. But they didn’t let me see him, putting me in a bag. For what? I whined plaintively, asking to be pulled out. Shots were heard somewhere in the d
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