awoke with the dawn. The sky was clear so I could still see the faint glimmer of the stars. There was not a single girón fog. The wolf rose from the ground where seconds before he was lying. A slight breeze stirred the leaves of trees and herbs made rocked stroking the legs. In the distance we could hear the murmur of a stream as it glides slowly. I was thirsty and had long wanted water but had found no pool, much less a stream with which to quench so went to that sound that appealed to him. Passed between the trees, avoiding the bushes and came to a creek. The clear water sparkled with the rays of sun that streamed in through the leaves of the trees. He drank eagerly, and then looked up. I could hear the sound of lots of water to move. The wolf followed the noise to determine its origin. The sound grew in volume As he approached, until, when passing between different trees, very close, was at the edge of a wide river. It was plentiful and the water was moving quickly. He heard a cry. He looked up and saw a crow watching from one of the highest branches of the tree behind him. The wolf shook his head confused. Many surprises in one day. Sun, water and animals. He raised his head and let out a friendly bark. The raven croak again, this time scared and flew off toward the other side. Then she saw him. A gray wolf, as he watched him from the other side of river.
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