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Rider
Rider went for a walk the next day. It was in his human form, because animal tracks were harder to explain on the snowy road and frankly he wasn’t in the mood for battling the forest where even his large wolf would be in danger of drowning in the snow.
There was a lot of it, not that it was that foreign to Rider. He’d lived in all kinds of places in the US, from the heat of the desert to the mountains to the pacific rainforest. While Rider liked a cool environment, maybe a little snow as well for a few months every year, he had found he quite liked Finland too.