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... prawling construction site, his arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest.
His eyes were currently narrowed into a permanent, headache-inducing squint.
His nose twitched. The air, which was usually crisp with the scent of pine, frost, and the familiar, comforting smell of his pack, was completely ruined.
To his left, the heavy, pungent musk of the Tiger tribe hung in the air.
To his right, the damp, earthy scent of the Panthers.
And everywhere else, the ...
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