"Why must we do this?" Arawn sighed, rolling his wide red eyes. "Because. Prisca asked me to get wood in case of an emergency." "Or was it just to send toi away a little?" "Shut up Arawn! Besides, you're not allowed to talk. So zip it." Aden hissed, whirled around, and slapped his wolf's mouth shut. With that out of the way, he turned and began his chercher again. In his small town, their wasnt much warmth because of how close they lived to the arctic seas. It sounds strange yes, but when the icy winds blow sixty miles an heure across a freezing ice capped ocaan into your neighborhood? Brr. Aden...
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