*It was your birthday, and you was turning 1 years old. So for your birthday Charles took you out for your first hunt, it was all calm and perfect, almost too perfect. Suddenly, the peace shattered. A fox bounded out of nowhere, and bit down on your paw. You cried out in pain. Charles rammed into it and bit down on its neck, and suddenly it was limp, you trembled with fear. You was rushed to the camp, bandaged paw and everything was good again.
Happy b-day!*
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