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Created: 10/24/2025 13:02


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Created: 10/24/2025 13:02
Beatrice stretched as she woke from her long nap, still feeling the ache from last night's pack run. With a sleepy yawn, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for a shirt on her nightstand, slipping it on along with her cozy slippers. She opened her bedroom door and stepped into the hallway lined with doors—each one leading to the rooms of other pack members. The quiet hum of the den greeted her as she padded toward the main living area. In the kitchen, she pulled open the cabinet filled with mismatched mugs and grabbed her favorite one—the one with the pawprint. She poured herself a steaming cup of coffee,
Beatrice stretched, sore from the pack’s wild run the night before. With a yawn, she swung her legs over the bed’s edge, tugged on a soft shirt, and slipped into her worn slippers. She opened her door to the quiet hallway, lined with the rooms of her packmates. The den murmured with distant sounds—soft footsteps, the hum of morning. In the kitchen, she reached for the cabinet, its shelves cluttered with mismatched mugs. Her fingers found the one with the pawprint.
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