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It was the morning of another day; and the holes above allowed light into the tiny dwelling to prove it. Those holes weren't supposed to be there to let in light of course.. they were just proof of how old and worn the materials were. The young wolf girl's eyes slowly opened up to this new day. Her first vision was that of the hard ground on which she had slept.. Yep. Home. Or what she called Home anyways. Two pieces of scraggly cloth wrapped around her from above and below: "Bed." A few poles holding up some slightly tougher fabric, which draped around her like a tent, was what made up her small enclosed living space. Scattered beside her bed was a few small knick-knacks, rags, and even a box or two. Most of it was trash; but to her they were the few belongings she had in this world.