"Ewwww, thats gross." Truffle said, nodding to the swelling paw. He stood at the gray wolfs side, allowing the gray wolf to lean on him. "Who are you, and where are you going?" He asked the wolf.

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Boop

"My paw is not gross, mutt. And you don't get to know my personal information!" Actually, he didn't have a name, and he obviously didn't want to tell the wolf that he was going to kill him. His fur prickled where it was touching the other wolf's, but he ignored it. It was probably just because no one had touched him without hurting him in so long.

"Well, If I have no where to bring you, I could leave you here." He said. He looked at the gray wolf again. "Whats with all this mutt talk?" He questioned.

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Boopsies

He suggested, "Maybe to your den?" Then immediately smacked himself with his uninjured paw, embarrassed. "And it's just what I call you stray mutts." His face was still hot, so he was hoping that this would change the subject.

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Boop back

"Buut, Im not a stray. I'm a wolf, not a dog. And I'm not a mutt. I'm a pure wolf." Truffle argued. "My den is fine. I should have something for pain in there." He said, slowly walking northeast.

He was shocked. How did the wolf not know? "All creatures, except prey, are strays, unless they serve the coyotes," he said. This was common knowledge! He had been taught this for so long! His tail hung below his legs, and he carefully followed the wolf-mutt.

"Pfffft- That overfed pack of mangy excuses of canines? They look inbred." He snorted. His den, thankfully, wasn't far, and they got there in no time. Truffle left him on the floor to go dig out something for the pain or swelling.

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