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... nt roars echoed.
Rhett paused his actions, sensing the source of the sound. A smile appeared on his face.
It turned out that Whiteclaw was carrying Rayleigh, rushing toward him.
At that moment, a dry branch above Rhett’s head, perhaps weakened by the harsh winter, couldn’t hold out until spring. The small branch, as thick as a finger, developed a crack in the middle.
Little Fireclaw was standing on it, curiously looking around, completely unaware of the branch’s f ...
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