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Fog crawls across the ground and seeps into an opening in the side of a cliff face. You pad forward, curious. Inside you hear yelps and snarls. You hesitate, but poke your head in. The cave is spacious and warm. Bones littered about, along with bits of feathers and scraps of old fur. Most of its occupants are curled at the far end of the cave, watching disinterestedly at the scene in the middle of the cave.
You see a large black and brown wolf glowering over a silver male, both of their fangs are bared, though the silver's tail is tucked firmly under him, sprawled on his back with his paws pushing the larger dark male up by his chest to keep his fangs away from his throat. "If you let one more piece of prey slip through your clumsy paws, I will rip your tail off your useless hide. You understand?" The dark wolf snarls, you feel the fur on your spine rise as his eyes turn to you.
You bolt from the entrance, not wanting to stick around and take the brunt of the furious male's anger. You hear howls and barks behind you and loud paws hitting rough stone. You run for what seems like ages before you finally hear the sound of pursuing wolves die away. You are outside of the mountain territory now. What an awful bunch of wolves, you shudder and pad on, glad to be as far from there as possible.
