C827 Holy Shit! It Was Actually My Prince Charming!!

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With each passing moment, the number of grey wolves in the underbrush swelled.

No longer lurking stealthily, they boldly darted through the bushes, clambering even onto the lower tree trunks, now teeming with the pack.

This was a clear sign of the alarming proliferation of grey wolves in the Redleaf Forest.

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