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There is a small lake that embraces the north side of the large forest. Trees hover under the sky, consuming sunlight greedily. Sometimes, it is raather moist, but it is never dry. Dividing the great forest is a clearing, a warped meadow the sinks back into the opposite side of the woods, splitting the Great Forest from the Woods. The two forests are different habitats; the deer tending to thrive in the Great Forest while the small animals enjoying their frolicking in the twistier, more different Woods enviornment. A marsh consiting of cat-tails and lillypads could be located at the end of the woods, sustaining fish, snakes, frogs, and birds. It is a lively pond. Beyond the marsh, about another mile of forest, and then you have reached the end. No one has even gone a few feet past the marsh. No one knows what lies beyond.
Legend has it that there are a few brutes that live past the forest. The are rather large, but they are not even purebred wolves. They are savage mongrels. But, accordingly, what makes them so atrocious is that they are hunter's dogs. One deadly bark and the hunters come out, arm in hand, and do not hesitate to take home a trophy. This is the story for all of the wolves that have gone missing. The mongrels do not dare to enter the forest, for the know that once it swallows them, their masters cannot here their cries of desperation. No one has yet to be brave enough. They are awaiting your generation.
Legend has it that there are a few brutes that live past the forest. The are rather large, but they are not even purebred wolves. They are savage mongrels. But, accordingly, what makes them so atrocious is that they are hunter's dogs. One deadly bark and the hunters come out, arm in hand, and do not hesitate to take home a trophy. This is the story for all of the wolves that have gone missing. The mongrels do not dare to enter the forest, for the know that once it swallows them, their masters cannot here their cries of desperation. No one has yet to be brave enough. They are awaiting your generation.
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