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Submitted to Contest #279
Her scent, caught on the snow-fallen breeze, was entirely new to me, but my mother knew her kind.We were in the tall-rock-place, and the scent on the wind was salt, blood, and something not quite floral that raised the ends of my thick fur with its echo touch. I had not yet survived my first winter.When I bounded over to my mother, she was weary. Did she know to whom the scent belonged?Danger, came my mother's answer, her tail stuck straight as a birch log.My mother was an old wolf, and she had spent her whole life learning our territory and...
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