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A small pup, left at a young age from his mother to a neighboring pack who only wanted him as a stud. They asked him in a rough, fastened tone how old are you?, " 5 months " the small pup muttered. They gave a stare to eachother and moved on without another word.
Soon the mother found their pup again but decided his stubborness and unfornate luck was no good for their pack. They left him for another to deal with.
Coast explored and found the small pup "h-hi" it muttered feeling down, hello spoke Coast firmly yet considerate "may I join you?" he stuttered. Coast touched noses and replyed yes. You may be Ozart, he gave a name.
Ozart wagged his tail gently and gave a wide puppy smile as he toggled along towards the den.