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So, new plan: I have lured all four wolfpups down into the haunted tunnels.

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When it came to Ives I almost threw in the towel. You could see the balls behind his eyes whirling, working hard, calculating and successfully chalking it up to the trap that it was. He knew better, but in the end he couldn’t refuse the quality chum, compliments of our friend Twitch Tat.

 

The other three basically dove in on their own accord, knowing nothing of the darkness and what lies below. I figure they’ll be safe here from the outside world unless the outside world finds them first, which it won’t unless something happens to me.

 

Maybe down there they’ll grow stronger, mean enough to make it for the long haul?

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It’s mostly the other three I’m worried about, of course. I’m hoping Ives will teach them a thing or two about how the world works.            About humans and hunting and what you must do to survive.

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I’ve even provided them with some prey to practice on . . .

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