A loud howl echoed in he somewhat empty clearing, but not that of a wolves, that of a husky. But, not only a husky, it was prouder. It was that of a race-dog. An adult male husky strutted into the clearing, his head held high, and bell on his leather collar jingling. He laid down on a rock, and panted contently.
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