The mating bite on my nape, which once was a mark of honor, now feels like a brand. my hearts still racing as i hold my whining pup againt my chest, beneath my jacket. the snows falling arround us, and i cant help but whine. i have to get my pup out of this cold, but how? i dont have any money, and i know no one in this town. i look arround, desperate for any kind soul to take pity on us
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