The forest is quiet. The air is still beyond a distant breeze that ruffles your thickening coat, yet another sign the rich seasons of the mountains have drawn to an end, and the freezing death of the snow seasons are lurking just beyond a fallen tree or jagged rock. You are about to continue on your search for a new home, paw lifted to carry you forward from underneath the tall pine and oak trees, when suddenly, the snap of a broken branch brings your ears to pin backward...
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