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I made good time on the first leg of my journey, crossing from the village to the base of the neighboring mountains. The sun was just beginning to peek over the mountain back home as the white wolf and the rest of the pack broke free from the dense forest and ran behind me as I made my way along the rocky shoreline.
I made good time on the first leg of my journey, crossing from the village to the base of the neighboring mountains. The sun was just beginning to peek over the mountain back home as the white wolf and the rest of the pack broke free from the dense forest and ran behind me as I made my way along the rocky shoreline. The waters of Lake Manitou glistened in the early morning light; its surface smooth and calm, mirroring the images of the trees, mountains and sky.
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