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ＣＬＡＹＴＯＮ . ＦＯＵＲ . ＭＡＬＥ . ＢＥＴＡ . ＳＩＬＶＥＲ ＴＩＤＥＳ

Clay's mother always said he was more mature, compared to his siblings. He's not someone that majorly cares what others think... never mind, that's a lie. I guess he's like a lot of others; Clay's concerned about what others thinks, just not majorly. It's not like he'll go way out of his way to please others so he looks good in their mind, well maybe he will. This wolf has a bunch of mixed emotions, half the time he doesn't even know if he's wrong or right. Maybe that's why he's not much of a talker. He just doesn't want to scare others off by saying the wrong thing. But it's not like he can't hold a conversation, how else could he get beta? He usually lets his actions speak for him instead of words.

If there's one thing his mother taught him, he was always a momma's boy, that he still remembers; Do not break your promises. If you do, you'll have something terrible done to you by Death himself. He rather go and help you, than lie and say he can't when he said he would. It just doesn't seem right. His mother always called Clayton a loyal dog. She always said she could count on him to get things done. Why wait until the last moment to finish a chore? He finds that if you wait around to finish something, then it's never going to get done.

fur color; back with white spot on his chest

eye color; gold

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gender ◘ female

age ◘ four years

fur color ◘ a mix of gray, black,
brown, and a cream color

eye color ◘ light tawny

rank ◘ warrior

pack ◘ red dawn

family ◘ her brother, cairo

❝ S o m e T h i n g s A b o u t M e ;
Maya and Cairo are not called the opposite twins for nothing. She's the more serious one of the duo. Her father's sense of humor seemed to go right over Maya's genes. She's a hard worker, and if it wasn't for her brother she'd work herself to death most likely. Deeply loyal, she turn herself in to the hunters then betray the pack. She believes the pack is her life force, she can't survive with out it now that she's found it.

Her brother being the more practically socially favorable wise doesn't really bother her. She doesn't require friends, or so she tells herself. She just needs to be able to work with everyone. At the end of the day, all she has is her brother. That's what matters. Not exactly shy, but not exactly out going either, Maya is stuck in the middle zone. She wouldn't mind a few friends, but she's not sure if she can handle all the emotional drama that comes with friendship. Perhaps that why she doesn't have much close friends, when discussing her emotions she's rather awkward. If she could, she'd probably have a clone of herself. That way she'd have someone to be close to besides her brother, and get twice the work done. To Maya, there's never not something to do. She'll nitpick all her work if it gives her something to do for longer.

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gender ○ male

age ○ four years

fur color ○ a mix of gray,
black, brown, and off-white

eye color ○ light tawny

rank ○ scout

pack ○ red dawn

family ○ maya, his sister

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❝ K n o w i n g M e ;

Cairo is the polar opposite of his sister. While she's a solitary wolf, he's all about talking and making connections with others. She pours every ounce of energy into working, while Cairo will only put so much. Lazy would be a good way to describe him. If there's an easy way to do things, you know he'll do it. He's one to take the low road rather then the high road. What's the point of doing the extra work when it's not needed? His sister would tell him it's about the tradition, but times are changing. They might as well go along with the flow.

Cairo doesn't enjoy everyone being so serious, he's perhaps the most laid back wolf in the pack. He takes everything day by day, not bothering to stress about the future or the past. Well, except his family's death. You can't exactly let that go right? He uses it though as something to keep him going. Him and his sister were sparred, he believes that he must have something important in life to do, or else why would he be saved? He's not exactly special. Always been the little parrot of his sister growing up until he developed his own personality. Sure, he strives to be a good soul, but doesn't everyone? Some things though you can't help. Cairo tries his best, but he's not perfect. He's had his fair share of imperfect moments, a lot of them that he never really apologized for even though he knew he was in the wrong. Why apologize about something that was way too hard to prevent.

[wolfie.]

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n a m e | Aero

n i c k n a m e | None

a g e| Three

g e n d e r | Male

d e s c r i p t i o n | Aero's got fur that sports a mix of colors. He's mostly white with light brown, as if dirt had been thrown on his coat. His back, like his sister's, has black on it. Aero's ears are darker brown, along with his nose, chest, and the outline of his eyes. His eyes are just plain yellow. Long and lean, Aero isn't the biggest male around and wouldn't be intimidating in a fight. Rather than throwing around his weight, he finds his lithe frame is best suited for running and agile movements, not defeating an opponent. His fur gives him a thin look, and that's close to the truth. Along with his runner's body, Aero has long legs and a long tail, giving him a height advantage. He doesn't tower, but for his age, he's rather tall. The male's ears are triangular, with a short muzzle and brown nose. To complete the package, his eyes are yellow. Against his fur, they stand out, but in the grand scheme of things, the color isn't all that interesting. A common color.

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p e r s o n a l i t y | Optimistic, positive, free spirit, little naive, young, quick thinker, friendly, doesn't judge much, impulsive. Aero is what could be called a free spirit. Maybe it’s because he’s young [and stupid, as some older wolves has claimed] but Aero doesn't take into account time and responsibility, preferring to live life moment by moment and enjoy it, too. He just turned three, why would he be serious? Though, he does like being old enough to possess some responsibility; more specifically, being trusted with hunting. It may be the only thing he puts full focus into, and is his one true talent. That’s where you see Aero’s inner intelligence come out. Believe it or not, he isn't an air head, a complete goofball, or someone who doesn't apply himself. When Aero feels like it, he can use his brain and put his strengths to good use. He’s quick when it comes to problem solving, given his mind moves about as fast as his body - maybe faster. Critical thinking is just something that comes natural to him. He can come up with solutions on the fly, map routes out in his head and process it, just in time to catch that one buck or avoid a certain obstacle. Yes, the young guy is smart. It’s just a matter of when and where he chooses to show it.

At the same time, Aero doesn't necessarily have what we would call ‘street smarts’. He trust easily and tends to believe whatever is said to him in a convincing manner. Hey, can you blame him for not having a reason to know street smarts. Aero’s a naturally positive, upbeat guy, and gives any wolf the benefit of the doubt. He’s easily forgiving and kind, not stopping to think before he gives a wolf a hand. Naive seems to be the word of choice. Still, Aero believes life is only as hard as you make it. He keeps a positive outlook on anything, seeing as he’s a very determined and motivated animal. Challenges? No problem, he’ll give it a try. Danger? He’s too oblivious to care. It’s not about a lack of fear, rather he isn't fully aware and chooses not to acknowledge all that could go wrong. Maybe that’s how he finds all the good things in life - by ignoring the bad. Obviously something that could get him into trouble, but it also makes him a stress-free-worry-free wolf.

All in all, despite having a simple, grass-is-always-greener outlook on everything, Aero can find the focus to do things that are important, and is smarter than often given credit for.

s t r e n g t h s | Running, endurance, tracking/hunting, agility, staying positive.

w e a k n e s s e s | Swimming (in deep water), serious fighting, healing, being 100% serious.

l i k e s | Aero likes to be entertained and avoid boredom. He also enjoys hunting, especially challenging animals.

d i s l i k e s | Aero hates deep water and annoying insects.

f e a r s | Deep water, drowning.

f a m i l y | Parents; Arrow (father), Fleet (mother). Siblings; Flare, Farron, Aaron. Half-siblings; Flight, Autumn, Rain.

h i s t o r y | ---

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c r u s h / s t a t u s| No crush, pups, or mate.
r a n k| -
r a n k w a n t e d | hunter
p a c k | Silver Tide

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n a m e | Flight

n i c k n a m e | None

a g e| Four

g e n d e r | Female

d e s c r i p t i o n | Considering Flight and Aero share the same mother, it's only natural that they share some of the same physical characteristics. Like body type. Flight is long and built for the chase, though she lacks the height Aero possesses and isn't as thin, making her a decent fighter as well. She's around average height. Flight's fur isn't as interesting as Aero's, though. Her legs, stomach, and muzzle are an off-white, cream color. It isn't exactly 'white as snow' and doesn't blend into said environment as well as a whiter wolf would, but she actually likes the color. It turns into a steel grey towards the top of her head, tail, and her sides. Then finishes off with black on her back. The three colors fade into each other easily. Flight's fur is a little long, but not much. It doesn't make her any warmer than the average wolf, and to be honest, she hopes it doesn't grow out too long. Her nose is black, and her eyes are an amber color, maybe a little yellower, like her brother's, blending into her tri-colored coat rather than standing out.

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p e r s o n a l i t y | A wolf who isn’t easily impressed, and doesn’t live to impress others, Flight likes to keep things pretty chill. A trait that works both for and against her, she hates when other wolves who're beneath her try to dominate over her. Even so, she’s not stupid. Although perfectly capable of being a loner, Flight has lived long enough to see the benefits of a pack. Whether she joins or not is a decision she often makes impulsively, but just like with males, she hardly ever makes a commitment, going back and forth between multiple ones.

Whether she’s hanging out, practicing, talking with someone. She just possesses a calm demeanor, easily mistaken with introversion. Flight wouldn’t consider herself an introvert; maybe a little distant, but she does enjoy meeting other wolves and isn’t made uncomfortable by social settings. After all, she usually seeks out a pack even if she goes months between joining them. But she does tend to get lost in her own thoughts at times, or get caught hanging by herself. Certain wolves can push her to her social limit, in which case she'll just leave completely. Anyway, to most, she’s a pretty good wolf. Truthful, loyal, Flight is painfully honest in the most laid back kind of way and will stick by anyone who she deems important. She feels those qualities just make things a little easier, and how hard is it to just avoid telling little white lies?

Of course, that goes back to her straightforwardness. She likes to keep things simple and looks at things logically, making her a problem solver. Flight will pick things apart and look for a solution. There always is one. There’s a reason for everything. That makes her someone other wolves can talk to about their problems, but also someone who lives in reality. Living in this world, she doesn’t feel there’s much time to sit around daydreaming or wishing. You have to make things happen for yourself. Right now. Flight doesn't have the patience for much of anything, whether it's serious or not. Sometimes this makes her look uptight. She kind of is, in some area’s. As said before, Flight doesn’t have a whole lot of patience, and doesn’t particularly like nonsense. And even if she hates being a complainer herself, the fae will call out other wolves, saying exactly what’s on her mind. Compared to other members of her pack, Flight isn't as openly devious and violent, but that doesn't mean the traits don't exist.

s t r e n g t h s | Running, navigating, keeping track of things, fighting.

w e a k n e s s e s | Hunting, patience, climbing.

l i k e s | Flight enjoys a good fight or a long run. Sometimes she just has to get away, in which case she doesn't mind spending time alone. A good conversation also interest her.

d i s l i k e s | Flight hates hunting, and will only hunt small game like rabbits or snakes. She can't stand needy wolves.

f e a r s | She fears becoming paralyzed one day.

f a m i l y| Parents; Rhodesian (father), Fleet (mother). Siblings; Autumn, Rain. Half siblings; Aero, Farron, Flare

h i s t o r y | ---

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c r u s h / s t a t u s| No crush, mate, or pups.
r a n k | -
r a n k w a n t e d | warrior
p a c k | Red Dawn

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→ thanks→ for▸❝ War ❞ ← making ← me

→ a ▸❝ paint ❞ fighter ←

...тнε вαƨıcƨ σғ мч вεıпɢ

Nice to meet you, I'm Warpaint; a male wolf of 3 years and the Delta of the Silver tides pack. I believe my name suits me and my persona but I guess that's for you to judge. Anyway, my mother was once called Nala and my father Caspian; both agreed on my name. The inspiration came from the stripes on my face that I attained when I was born and it created my nickname. My close friends and higher ranks will call me War but if you are a lower rank, I expect respect and my full name. My build consists of long and slender legs with a muscular frame; a thick, black speckled pelt that is mainly brown; sever amber eyes and keen senses. I wouldn't say I'm the strongest wolf in the pack but I do believe I have a reason for my rank. I have no crush, mate, pups or love life whatsoever.

шнαт мαɔε мε шнσ ı αм...

I feel I should tell you of my past. My father, Caspian, was once an omega. He was treated badly and the thought of being disrespected due to his rank made him boil in fury. One night, the brute murdered the alpha, delta and beta; soon after fleeing the pack and it's rage. On his voyage, Casper stumbled across a pretty loner, and my soon after mother, Nala - half starved herself, they decided to work together. She fell for him at first sight but when admitted she was to bear his pup, Caspian was outraged. My dad went berserk and an hour before my birth and left Nala close to death. After I was brought into this life, my mum only hade a few minuets to explain the situation and my past. By this time, Caspian was long gone. After her death, I traveled for many moons until found a pack that would dismiss my father's wrong doings and accept me. I soon became Delta.

...пσт נυƨт мε, тнε ıппεя мε

I'm not one for dilly dally, idle chitchat. Once I start something, I finish it and I refuse to halt or rest until I do so - a stubbornness that won't let much slip. Over time, I have grown a strong dislike for wolves who sit around, complying when they could be assisting their pack. I take every opportunity to improve my skills - which I am determined to hone to perfection - and to help my clan out. In anyway possible. With my rank there is an air of sensibility, responsibility and pride that surrounds me. I demand a lot but break past my barrier and there is a willing and undying loyalty and a good shoulder to cry on.

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[Asherwy]

N ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
'My name is Josiah. It was always to be Josiah, before I joined the pack that is. I actually like my name, back when I was young. I think my name suits me quite well, since I am an elder and a shadow started to hover over my eyes when I was around 8 years, so I retired to an elder. My name didn't need changing, and I'm happy about that.'

G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ

'I am a brute. Quite surprised you'd ask me that actually, but if you want to mistake it then you are allowed to. There isn't any rule saying you can't. I was born a brute, a captive brute to be exact, and I will most probably remain a brute mind you. But still, try to learn the difference between a brute and a fae, because that will come in handy for the future if you come across any cranky ones.'

A ɢ ᴇ
'I'm 10 years old. Pretty old eh? But that doesn't make me weak! I'm as fit and tough as ever! I try to go out on a morning stroll everyday, that is, if it's not raining. I have to take care of my old bones too as well, but if I can't go in the morning, I go around sunhigh or sunset. I have to admit though, because of my age my bones really do make quite the racket sometimes. Always stretching them to make sure they won't get so stiff that I can't even move. The disadvantages of an elder.'

R ᴀ ɴ ᴋ

'I am an elder. I used to be a warrior, I joined the clan at 2 years, but I did have to learn about the pack and carry out lower ranked duties as well. I am quite sad that I had to leave my young years behind. I miss being able to do things on my own, but it is really enjoying to have the younger pups visit me from time to time. Especially the younger wolves, I really do love their 'I can do everything' attitude, I always tell them to enjoy their youth while they can. I can tell you that your youth comes and goes like a frantic snow rabbit!'

A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ
'Well, I have a fully black coat if you ask me, my pure black fur is now mingling with the grey strands that signal my old age. Now I just have a mottled grey and black pelt, no distinct fur markings whatsoever. My eyes are grey, pale grey actually. My vision is slowly being stolen from my once curious eyes. Now don't get me wrong, I can still see! But I am not able to see the colours anymore, it's all faded, faded and dull colours for me. Soon I'll lose my vision completely, but not today! My muzzle is as grey as ever, and the scars of old battles are hidden under my overgrown fur like lost echoes. There is one scar that you can see, which is my torn ear. Yep, the tip of my left ear was sliced right off by a lost rogue, I can still remember the pain.'

P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
Josiah was not good with words, and used to be very blunt and rude to others without realising. He was quite overconfident at times, thinking he can do things that others cannot, and put himself in danger often. He didn't have that many friends, so he was often independent and misunderstood due to his lack of sociality, but he never leaves anyone to die alone. Josiah is a calm and collected character as well, rarely showing any signs of distress and his laid-back attitude adds to that trait. He tries not to attract much attention from the others, because of his strong emotions which take control over him from time to time. He mostly hung out on boulders or dozed in meadows, he wasn't really anti-social, but he just didn't interact with others that much. Josiah has no problem talking to anyone, it's just his habit to wander off by himself. He is willing to die for others, always saying that it's better to die together than die alone.
That was back when he was a young wolf, but he still carries his main points; calm, independent and the need to protect others. Unlike before, the clan has made him more open and he interacts with the other wolves more, greeting everyone he met and always visiting the nursery to say goodnight. Now an elder, he's come to realize his mistake of thinking he could do everything. He had educated himself up on manners and first impressions, though he still makes a few mistakes here and there. He relies on others more and remains mildly positive in dark times. He loves to share his old adventures with the younger pups and warriors, filling them up with the knowledge he knew so that they could use it in the future before he passed away.

K ɪ ɴ

Josiah had a family of three, including him. His mother was a born, raised kittypet named Vier. She spent her whole life lazing in a twoleg den since she was kitted and at 3 years she had Josiah. She took care of Josiah and made sure he didn't get himself into anything that caused him to feel responsible for it, otherwise he would get himself really involved. Josiah's father is unknown, his mother refusing to tell him anything. He had a mate, Ro, and together they had little Syk, which he loved. Ro drowned when she tried to save Syk, and Shadowstorm grieved with his daughter.

H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
Josiah was born a captive wolf, as a pup he was cared for by humans, until the human city was bombed by flying monsters, and humans carrying sticks that spewed out fire started to occupy the area, wearing weird green pelts with hard metal bowls on their heads. Josiah fled the area, moving into the silent forest and stayed there until he was found on the pack's territory. He was caught hunting in Silver Tide's area and was taken in to be questioned. He proved himself a dignified, pure young wolf and the alpha offered him to join. At first, he reluctantly accepted the offer, because he thought that it would hurt them if he didn't and became part of Silver Tides at 2 years. Of course he had to do lower ranked duties first, and that lasted for about half a year until he was able to become a full-fledged member of Silver Tides, and he was proud of it. As mentioned in his family, Josiah had a mate, Ro, when he was 6 years old, and had his daughter Syk. But Ro drowned in the river, and Josiah was left with his daughter Syk.

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N ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
'My name is Syk. My mother named me that, because was really quiet when I was born she said, only letting out a few small whimpers. Also because Syk sounds like a silent type of name. I've always been silent actually, so she really did choose the right name for me. My father keeps joking about me yowling to the sky when no one's around, just to let out all the noise I haven't used, yep, I love both of my parents.'

G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ

'I am a fae. I still don't understand why some wolves are unable to tell the difference between genders. My father can tolerate it but I won't, well, I wouldn't really say anything because barking isn't really my thing and I wouldn't take as much offense. But uh, I'm not going to allow you to check my gender, otherwise you'd go home with no ears. Just try and learn the difference for future problems okay? It'll be pretty handy.'

A ɢ ᴇ
'I'm 4 years old. You could say I'm young, but I'm actually not. Well, if you're looking for someone old, go look for my father. Don't get me wrong, I think I'm pretty young, but still no mate and pups. If my mother had me, then I want to have one too, at least one. But it's also going to be pretty difficult to find a decent brute to make sure he cares for me and the pups. I do not want some lazy, bird-brained brute hanging around my life.'

R ᴀ ɴ ᴋ

'I am a warrior. Yep, born and raised in the pack. Though I'm half loner because of my father, but he's the best I could ever have. I knew why my mother fell in love with him from the moment I laid eyes on his kind face. He really is something, he was always supporting me no matter how far away he was and when he became an elder he told me to visit him often. But unlike him, I got to be a pup of the pack. My puphood wasn't really fun and games, I usually sat by my mom watching the others play, or practicing my skills on my own. When I was a little older, I really only did what they asked and and have never invited anyone out on a hunting expedition. Now a warrior, I sometimes talk to others, but I just hold back by myself most of the time.'

A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ
'My appearance? Well my pelt is silver with, I guess you could say strands of black fur here and there. It's mixed in with my silver coat so I have a silvery grey colour. So my tail is quite bushy and mostly grey, while my chest fur is mostly white. My mom was a silver-grey wolf with amber eyes, but I guess I got my father's eyes. My eyes are grey, like a shiny grey with a few specks of amber, just a few. I got my mom's silver pelt, and for the black fur, I got the raven colour on them from my father. My scars from previous battles are quite well hidden under my thick coat, so you won't find any out in the open.'

P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
As a pup, Syk was always obedient to the older wolves, staying out of trouble and being careful not to get involved with other cats' business. Her father tried to encourage her to act more 'lively' but at the time she just tilted her head at him. Her mother told her that she was perfectly fine the way she was, so Syk continued her silent obedience until she became old enough to be a warrior. As a young adult, Syk grew more social, but not that much. She certainly started greeting others occasionally and sometimes stopped to chat of ask a few questions, she didn't lose her obedient trait though. But when her mother drowned, she immediately grew even more distant from others than before, but only temporarily, before long she was back to her normal self. Always doing the things she was asked to right away, and she tried her best too.
Syk also brought her tendency to stay out of trouble, but her adolescence also brought her occasional craving to do dares, as the other wolves did. When she became an adult, she still carried with her her silent obedience, young curiosity, staying away from trouble and her strong inner craving for danger. Now she realised she always had that with her, inherited from her father most probably. As a fighter, she isn't as great as the others, but a few levels below their skills, for she can only focus on one thing at a time. If two opponents come at her, she can't focus on both and her vision becomes blurry, not knowing what to do. She also goes on strolls with her father, the one she is most social to. Syk's main traits are basically obedient and quiet.

K ɪ ɴ

Silentsoul's main family used to be three cats, her father Josiah, her mother Ro and her. But Ro drowned not long after her becoming a warrior, about a third of a year after. Syk was with her at the time, and she still blames herself for her mother's death. It was sunrise, the start of spring, and Syk was taking a morning stroll with Rushingflower and Shadowstorm. There was a river with a tree trunk over it, stripped clean and slick. The other side of the river laid rich hunting grounds, with a herd of caribou so Syk had offered to test the trunk to see if it was crossable. The trunk was dislodged as the water was rising higher and Silentpaw fell into the icy water. Before Josiah could jump in, Ro immediately splashed after her, grabbing her scruff and swam for dry ground, releasing Syk on the river bank. Ro's hind paw got caught in a crevice between the rocks underwater and a large branch was headed for her. It knocked her out and she sank under, by the time Josiah got her out she was already dead.

H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
Syk is pack born, with loner blood in her, but she is still a loyal pack member. Born during winter, she stayed in the den for a third of the time she was a pup, but when she was old and strong enough, she saw the world covered in white for the first time. She loved playing in the snow, the wonderful powdery substance that fell from the sky and stuck to her fur. Fortunately for her, she never caught sickness and remained healthy despite catching a little chill from staying out too long. At 1 year she was made a warrior, and travelled the entire territory of her pack, which was a but much for her since it was so vast and large. A third of a year after her becoming a warrior her mother drowned, and both Syk and her father grieved for half a year, not eating much and keeping to themselves. They visited Ro's deathsite everyday and sat out in the chilly nights searching the stars for Ro's presence. Of course they overcame their sense of loss and returned to their normal selves. Now she has watched her father retire to the elder's den after a long time serving his pack, and now she is determined to do the same until she retires to an elder.

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[wolfie.]

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