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The sun was disappearing behind the distant mountains that stood proudly, beyond the boundaries of the Centre. “They’re late.” Charlie said, sitting beside his father, his tone impatient. “No, they’re not” Straight No Chaser sighed. “We should have started by now.” SNC knew the dire was only complaining because he wanted the party to start. “Why don’t you listen to your music?” “I already am.” Charlie huffed. SNC looked up at his massive son. The dire almost dwarfed him now. It was an odd feeling. Despite his size, there was no mistaking him for being anything other than one of his many offspring. Charlie had inherited his melanism along with most of his other markings and his love for music, although that was true of most of his pups. “Hey! SNC!” The yeti pulled himself from his musings, looking up at the sound of approaching paws. They’d all come together. The speaker was a seal natural mane Tokota he knew was Splodge. They’d shared some adventures together before. Either side of him