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The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe - Chapter 255: Better a leather bag than a mud bath
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... p> The smell of wet leather, wood smoke from our packed supplies, and the scent of four damp adults filled the small space.
"Phew," Fenric puffed, wiping rain from his eyes. He sat down heavily, his shoulder brushing against the tent wall. "Talk about a close call."
The space was small. With the four of us and the cubs, we were packed in like sardines. I crawled over to the basket, checking on the little ones. They were wide-eyed and silent, their ears pinned back by the terrifyi ...
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