The rumput was gently flowing in unison with the wind. The trees were bernyanyi and the sky was perfectly blue along with several drowsy clouds slowly drifting by. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing. My bulu gently ruffled as I padded to the gulley in jasper. It was where a herd of caribou resided. It was where my pack hunted. How we survived. I decided to do a little solo training. I had passed Alpha school just recently, so I had some time to myself before my regular responsibilities began. Alpha school was pleasant… I learned much from there. I learned how to hunt, some...
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