There was still a path of destruction, down the mountain.
Faint and subtle but still there. There, with crushed and broken bushes and branches, a tree sapling that now grew crooked, trampled and crushed by two wolves that had rolled over it.
His hackles bristled.
His ears pressed flat.
He glared.
Faint and subtle but still there. There, with crushed and broken bushes and branches, a tree sapling that now grew crooked, trampled and crushed by two wolves that had rolled over it.
His hackles bristled.
His ears pressed flat.
He glared.
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