Around a time of dusk when only bugs and crickets chirps fill the night and some soft waves splashing into the Cliff's shore Smoke makes his first patrol around his territory for the night as a small cold breeze flies through his fur and face making him have a small shudder and a twitch of his whiskers and nose as his large fluffy paws take soft pads over the grass and soil his ears perked for any movement or danger as his eyes keep ahead of his trail occasionally glancing around.
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