Arrow Lake Gimmie your face!

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Munchmunch was in his usual grouchy mood. That never changed. He was on the prowl for water, and had found it rather quickly. He waded in just up his his belly and drank his fill while thought of wolves bounced through his head. A rather stupid lot, if you asked him. All they did was take and take, and try and run him off. Well, too bad for them he wasn't going anywhere.

Lifting his head, he turned back to dry land, using his wet claws to dig through the earth to find a cool spot. He huffed and he puffed out his sour mood before plopping down in the cool dirt. Just let someone try and run him off again. He was always up for a good challenge. And a good meal.

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