Moonsong Glacier I've carried this pre-conceived, false belief

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Hototo thought that maybe he could visit Simbelmyne today. He had met several other wolves in the pack and was quite interested in learning more about the pelts that she makes.

It didn't take very long to find her. He followed her scent through the trees and along the river. There he saw her for the first time. She was gorgeous! With her milk white fur to her pale sliver eyes, she was magnificent. She had blood mixed with her fur from the gutting of the animal. 

Strolling up to her, Hototo presented himself, tongue hanging out in a playful way. "Howdy! The name's Hototo! I see you got that little rascal ready for pelting. Could I help out in some way?"

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