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1460 words Samael woke Kjerag in the early hours of morning, insisting they should go do something extremely important. The adult stood in the dark street only lit up with the first rays of sunlight, trying to shake herself awake. The pup had asked her to wait for a minute so he could gather a few more things. The look on Kaiser’s face when Sam walked out dragging a large tanned fur across the floor between their houses with a tall pile of stuff on it was legendary. It had everything the arctic adventurer may need. To be perfectly honest, she did not really want to go seal hunting, but what else was she supposed to do when the pup had been harassing her to go with her? Sam had gathered an impressive pile of stuff. It was too much to carry everything to the hunting site, furthermore, it seemed that not all items should have been here. Kjerag raised her brows at a tiny pumpkin that rolled down the pile. A leftover from hollow’s eve. It was quickly picked up by Sam and thrown away.