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3997: Gwenn

In the early morning hours the forest, blanketed in a thick layer of nightly snow, seemed still and quiet at first glance. The loudest birds have flown to warmer climates and some wildlife even strayed closer to the volcanoes' craters for its soothing warmth. If not, most have found shelter from the biting morning cold or simply avoided the icy winds altogether in these awfully early hours. It would pose a serene scene if it weren’t for a styracosaurus crashing, motivated and unstoppable, t...

Feeling independent enough to venture away from the suffocating safety of her herd, Gwenn trudged through between narrow trees and lush shrubs. She hoped she'd find sweet berries or filling fruit on her ventures. Maybe even some good old roots or bark from a particularly herbal smelling tree. She was in good spirits, feeling lucky! Craving for some juicy snacks she’d love to find a pumpkin patch...