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... he mud on the little bastard was now dry, and its fur was sticking together. It was combing its fur uncomfortably with its claws.
So, she also gave the little bastard a bath.
The little wolf cub was still too young. If its fur remained wet for too long, it could easily get sick. She took a discarded face towel and wiped its fur, reserving it as its dedicated towel.
Her eyes glanced over at the two baskets of bayberries under the eaves. Fortunately, they were brought back ...
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