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He ducked his head and smiled at the man’s response. “Honestly, you just look more like a wolf from where I come from.” He said meekly stopping to unroll the vellum and mark a small formation of rocks by holding the charcoal between his toes. He was practiced in the art of penmanship, having learned to write by the time he was a pup, but no one he had met outside of his family had had a talent for writing.

He picked up the vellum again, wandering deeper into the caves, his ears swiveling at the haunting, distant sounds that came from within. He refused to let the prickle of fear that ran along his back show as he pressed on, blue eyes darting to keep track of the stranger. "What's your name?" He asked, breaking the silence between them as he stopped to unroll the map in progress again to hastily sketch a group of stalagmites that looked like a set of three columns.

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