[Ishnawababa]

He padded through the snow on quiet feet. His breath was misty in the cold mountain air. He spotted prey and was grateful for his snow-colored coat that allowed him to blend into his surroundings. Sneaking up on his prey, he was about to catch it when it scurried into its hole between two rocks. My shadow! he thought. it saw my shadow! he gazed in the direction of the sun. unlucky for him, it decided to peep out between the clouds. he shook his pelt free of snow, and climbed higher up the mountain to his den.

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