"The night gets thick as the wind slowly stops has a black lobo with blue on his sides appears from a rock on a hill...he slowly makes his way down the colina trying to get away from moonlight howl...knowing he shouldn't have went...in the mês of mating season...the lobo hopes the females lobos are out of the area as he gets to the river....he looks at his reflection in the water and saids to himself:why did I pick..Why did I choice...her..."he looks up as he here's the sound of a bushes rattling around...the lobo looks at the arbusto, bush and slowly walks closer knowing...he shouldn't have...a female...
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