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When i arrived I was disappointed to find no one. I thought they were playing a joke on me. I wanted to burst into tears, but then from the corner of my eyes I noticed them. The woods were wet, from the drizzling rain. The smell of wet grass, leaves and wet mud filled the air. My wolf senses picked up the smell of daffodils that stood planted near to the burial shrine, miles away from were i waited. This shrine was a place that people in my town commemorated for it held an important place in their hearts. Great ancient Atlantic kings were buried there and the place was secluded and guarded. From were I was at, I could sense the woods spread miles away until reaching the ocean. First I sensed the sound of their paws against the wet ground as they approached. Then I saw them, large grey and black wolves heading in my direction. Their fangs hung out of their mouths causally. I was scared. I climbed the tree I had been leaning on screaming and they stooped right below me and I watched i