Permafrost Hollows watermelon

indeed the prince's pelt glimmered, never one to allow a hair to stray and bathed as often as a cat. slim but not overly so, i would be careful, Hunter. the land and prey here are court of a cougar. perhaps your paws could steer you in a safer direction. was the simplest he could put it. he'd tell how to avoid her wrath if asked nicely, but he looked a brutish sort, this hunter. she didn't take kindly to brutes, either.
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neither did he. call it unprincely.