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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width: 467px; color: white; font-family: times new roman;text-transform:lowercase][justify][size=12]the canine was still a little confused as if to where her biological mother was. Perhaps she was still looking for poor little Paige, but the wolf-dog was in denial. Her mother had indeed abandoned her, and left her to die. It was sad but true, and the three month old husky-wolf hybrid was in complete and udder denial. In fact, that idea never even phased her.
But in the meantime she found someone who seemed to genuinely like her, and care for her. In fact, she was far better of a mother than the one she had previously, but of course Paige was a little reluctant to say so if her birth mother did indeed ever return. But the chances of that was slim to none.
"cynthia?" the malnourished pup called out, sniffing to catch of any scent of her newly adopted mother. She had to be here, right? The alabaster canine sat patiently at the border, onyx orbs flickering back and forth at the foreign terrain. Paige was the least to say a little nervous standing here. This wasn't her home, it wasn't anything like the Mafia, as far as she knew.
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