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The wolves wanted to protect their king, it was their purpose.
They were born in dead bush lab, as the king called it. From birth they prepared, prepared for the day their king would lead them to war, the day they could prove their loyalty.
The day arrived, companions falling in the heat of battle.
Then he fell, it couldn't be, no soldier believed. All stayed close, waiting for the next enemy, some laying on or against the body of their almighty king.
There would be no next, nothing to fight but hunger. Not long after, death took them too.

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