NC_Quail
Would rather be gardening
Chicxulub raced down the side of a hill, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth and enjoying the momentum. The other wolf she smelled didn‘t matter, she would outrun them before they could ever see her. Then she saw a furry whitish-brown shape ahead of her, and she dug her paws in the snow, trying to slow down. She was skidding on a direct course toward a larger wolf. Th sudden change in momentum sent her flying head over heels, and she smacked straight into the other wolf, sending them both sprawling.
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