Northstar Vale Killing Darth Vader with my mf kick drum

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He nodded, absorbing the information like a dry sponge to water.
This was her home, then. Her eyes held a depth that was as solid as an ancient oak wood.
Unremovable, alive, testifying. 
He admired it.
Through patches where her fur hadn't grown back were what could be revealed of scars. A trained eye such as his could make out where the fur parted at the roots and intertwined at the tips. 
Intriguing.

"The pack we were forming at permafrost Hollow disbanded. We are looking for a new place." Here.  It was perfect for a wolf like him and Keen. It had everything they needed. He too settled down, content with the situation. 

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