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Once there was a little white wolf that was taken. But that little wolf was me, I didnt know much only because I was a pup. The reason why I was taken was because I was playing with my friends and saw something in the distance... It was a deer, So I ran to the deer to prove to my dad I could be a leader and get food for the pack but something happened to me... It felt like dead eyes watching me, I got closer and closer to the deer, Something hit me I didn't know what it was, I tried to look at it but I passed out. As I wake up I am in Idaho in a national park named Salmon Challis.

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