As always, the land of Mysticism was scorching hot. The embers that formed the ground let off a soft glow, but not much else was evident in the fiery fields. Amidst the cinder and ash, a lone wolf (literally) quietly partook in a freshly caught meal.
Any normal wolf would scarcely think of...
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