Moonsong Glacier Fending for His Life and Fleeing From His Past

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Turning to the direction that the sound came from, Hototo saw two copper colored eyes glittering like dark rubies in the darkness. The wolf stepped out from the shadows, their black fur turning silver when they went into the moonlight. He could smell that she was a female - about a year and a half old.

Noticing her body language, he could sense that she meant no harm, although it was a little odd that she didn’t say anything when he had first called out to her. In a southern accent that sounded almost like that of a cowboy, Hototo asked, “I’m sorry. Excuse my manners. The name’s Hototo. What’s your name?”.

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