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Song of the Wolves


They must endure the twin hardships of hunger and cold, their home the frozen tundra. They often starve when game is scarce and the hunt has gone badly. And if these sufferings were not enough, many of their kind are shot, scarlet blood staining the stark whiteness of snow. They are hated- deemed as useless -but they are- FREE.
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Annette M Velasquez

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