A vast plain stretches towards the horizon, sprinkled lightly with tall grasses and irregular areas of shrubbery. Clusters of petite pine trees hug together, shuddering in the snow-kissed touch of the frigid seasons; though unknowingly helpful as a dwindling refuge against the harsh, recurring elements. Summers here are surprisingly warm, plains clearing of all traces of ice and snow; herds of elk and others alike travel from the surrounding northern borders to graze youthful vegetation, always readily welcomed by the residing wolves of the area.
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Your chances of getting killed by a bunny are low, but never zero.