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Now that he had staked his claim on the south he felt more comfortable exploring the lands that stretched out before him. He traveled to the caves with a roll of vellum in his mouth along with a charcoal stick he could use to mark his progress. He would need to find a writing desk to carry with him or find a way to fashion one if he was going to take up his old hobby of map making. Perhaps he would ask his brother to make one for him.

He entered the caves his ears swiveling at the strange noises he encountered even at the gaping mouth and momentarily shook out his fur attempting to regain his nerves before he proceeded.

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