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But even just bringing an egg to the closest intake couldn’t be uncomplicated for him. Nothing was anymore. Halfway, he was joined by another wolf.
“Hey,” that wolf said. He was a stranger with the coat of murky brown and smelling of a long plain trek. His voicebox was brown on a black collar—clearly not from around here.
“Hey,” Hash said. His voicebox was dark-blue on a yellow collar, and of a different shape. Reckless! The stranger shouldn’t have left his original forest. If his voicebox would break, there would be no repairing it here. And nobody who cared to repair it.
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