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The long, low, howl of a distant wolf sends a chill of fear and excitement down the boy's back; he takes hold of Old Blue's scruff and smiles a curious, crazy smile.
 
"Aw, come on, Blue; it's just the wolves; I wish I were one..." A sense of craziness overtakes the boy and he begins to race down the path, leaving Blue to limp along behind as fast as he can.
 
The boy's face is strangely overcome with a star-like pattern, leaving him looking mystical and dangerous - Blue whines and backs away.
 

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