WELES
You see a small, young steppe wolf resting in a grass. He was grooming himself with a gusto, as if he was under a watch of an audience - perhaps you were the watcher, because his slanted eyes squinted even more, and his gaze was upon you. He smiled, standing up and stretching himself carelessly and spoke with cheery voice.
"Ah, hello there! I see you couldn't just go past my dashing physique! Come closer, I won't bite. The only bite I may take is from that delicious food you... ...
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