Ahira put his binoculars to his head. Looking over a vast mountain he would see a mighty wolf, howl away at it’s fallen comrades. Ahira figured that two tribes of wolves had a fight and only one had survived from the ordeal. There were like thirteen of them, which was quite sad. Though, Ahira had moved on. He took the binoculars away from his head; it was hanging from his neck. Its strap was made from leather and it was colored black. It was quite fancy. With his bow strapped to his back the male would move on.
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