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Like most days in early June, it was warm and slightly breezy, but not unpleasant.  All the trees and grasses had started to regain their livelihood, hinted in tints of green, unfurled leaves, and the tiny buds of flowers.  The mountain breeze carried the sweet smells of life through the air to the nose of a black streaked, rusty colored wolf, dozing in the barren earth beneath a tree. An ear flicked to the bustled noise of a squirrel overhead, as it ran about its ever so demanding business.  The thought of a squirrelly meal danced across the mind of the wolf, but no…they weren’t very good, and such pai