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Snapping at tall grass stems that waved before his eyes, Dovev finished his exploration of the den and turned his attentions toward the surrounding meadows. There was a cool wind today, hinting at the frost that would be settling in the nights to come. With a shake of his pelt, the white creature grinned at the thought of freezing temperatures. What a fine day it would be when snow settled in a frosty blanket across the land.

Something emerged from the tall grass behind him, and Dovev's ears lifted at the sound of a wolf's slight footsteps. She was small and delicate, and youngster, with a pelt of pure snow. I'm Star, she introduced herself, and Dovev loftily gave a wave of his tail in return.

I'm Dovev. I don't think we've met.