Permafrost Hollows watermelon

obsidian prince smelt of wolf and cougar. though he longed for a pack, he had opportunity in the wayward wandering of late. slender legs propelled handsome shadow, stark against the embrace of white. his mind wandered, and he settled upon another ritual of his people - but he'd need to gather ingredients for it.  
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and then his paws stopped. 
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traveler. he dipped his head, body light. where do your paws take you?