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... thanks to how squishy they sounded.

It had fur. For its size, it was actually a small amount. But it was still about a foot thick, and it was dense. The kind of dense that would have protected it from even a sharp blade. Made even thicker and slicker, thanks to all the gunk covering it.

As I walked, I sunk into the mushy fur. My steps sounded real loud down here in the canyon, as the sounds reverberated up to the sky. Especially since the whole world was now… eerily quiet.

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