Caravan Palace Lone Digger - Internet Archive
WebMuscles flexed under suits, ears flattened back. The wolf in front of him huffed, chewing a cigar for moment, and blowing a thick cloud of acrid smoke out over his face. He hissed, ears flattening, feeling his friend's hackles rise along with him. The club overpowered him, the beat of the club matching the beat of his heart.
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