Hushed Willows dead of night

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Tuft, startled by the sound of the howl, quickly sprints over to where Boone looms over the body of the wolf, black and white fur whipping in the wind.

Panting, Tuft surveyed the area, black fluffy ears perked up in attention. "Well this is not how I imagined meeting the pack for the first time." Tuft muttered to himself as he saw the blood on Boone and blood splatters in the snow.

Trying to remain calm and collected, Tuft asked a couple of questions to group, cocking his head to the side in a questioning look. "Is everyone okay? What happened?" 

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