The lead wolf stops suddenly, backpedaling. I leaned in closer and discovered we we on the very edge of a great fall. I had almost run him over the cliff. I looked into his eyes pleading for forgiveness; he just nodded, then scowled. He glared at me the rest of the way there 'I don't think her forgives me...' was all I could think. I blankly walked down the rubble under the cliff, with everyone else in short tow. I barely registered as some of my group tripped behind me. The wolves talked about how dangerous that was, especially with the little ones around.
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Again sorry it short, I'm trying to spread this story out
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