We were like on the school, on a big, big courtyard or patio, all made of cement and I, specially, was on the middle of it shouting:
"Come, come and fight for the revolution, don't stay low, fight!"
Most of the wolves around were not listening but some were.
What surprised me the best, still, was the amount of cats among the wolves which walked on the graveyard and talked with them as if they were friends.
"What is this revolution thing?" A black cat with very white chest and two sharp fangs which you could see even with his mouth closed.
I looked at him "We will fight to get outta here"
"My name is Fang. I will help you in all what you need, Alpha" He said doing a reverence which much surprised me [...]
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