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The boy ventures from the side of his mother, breaking into the cool air of the morning as he watches the sun rise from the east. But he does not gather the full effect of the occurance, the overcast of shadows inflicted by the canvas of gnarled branches and leaves sprouting off of looming trees managed to only allow a few meger beams of light to escape. It frustrates him, for his is indifferent to the darkness he lives in, but knows very well he cannot change the circumstance of his home. It is what it is, he understands that. Bu by now, the boy is much too alert to retreat to the conclaves of his mother's den, and so he lays outside by himself in the chill breeze, sharpening his newly found razored teeth with a stick placed securely between his paws. @Koume

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