Smokey was bobbing his head to a silent melody as he picked huckleberries and blackberries. The sky was overcast with thick clouds, casting a gentle shade over the land. It was an ideal day to gather berries. Suddenly, he stilled as he heard a loud commotion followed by a female yelling for help. He dropped his baskets and ran to see two feral beast-men dragging a female, you. Your and Smokey's eyes met. Your eyes pleaded for help. He nodded before changing into his black bear animal form.
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