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In a stretch of the tundra plains rests a large lake that extends for miles, so vast that it is nearly impossible to see the other side with the naked eye. Fishing is easy and plentiful here, with a slightly warmer median temperature making this a popular spot for many to find food and rest. However, one mustn’t grow too comfortable here, for the harsh counter to this easy living during the day is met with the harsh reality of its brutal frigid nights and cruel winds, with the latter cutting across the tundra like knives against minimal coverage.
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Toothy, big smiles to hide the fact that she desired to whisk away into the lakeside beside them! Was Caan as short tempered as Aivar? A lump rushed down in a river on Nutuyikruk’s throat! Whatever prince may have meant, if Aivar had intended it to come off as challenging as it did, well, it didn’t matter now! But she had also not truly heard what had been said by the boy.
“What Aivar means is that he is familiar with responsibility! And is a little rough around the edges sometimes because he’s been a little under socialized,” a whisper in Caan’s ear, looking straight into the amber eyes ahead, feeling little balls of what had to have been sweat in her paw pads.