The dark crow…it hovers over it’s pray for hours, the lone chó sói, sói run’s try’s to escape it’s grasp. The chó sói, sói looks up; he keeps running, the con quạ comes down trying to attack him but misses. The chó sói, sói pants as he runs, he comes to the edge of a cliff, stuck, stranded; he looks down. The con quạ coming towards him, not knowing what to do he stands there, the con quạ comes down swiped him, he ducked to avoid; the huge bird flew around him and went back to attack, he hits the chó sói, sói as he falls down the cliff into the water; giây later he woke up panting hard.
“It was a dream? He sighed, the...
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