Alliance
The goose flew from land to land The treasure is the flight itself Goose will drop a price at each hunt Do not let the goose fool you A small poem is all you get The price is not much, so treasure the flight An large and intimidating alpha was seething as he mulled over the poem. Everyone but the beta had left, no one wanted to be near the alpha when he was in such a foul mood. “So the Luna of our enemy pack had us travel all over the world to pick up garden gnomes. The gnomes had a poem about a wild goose chase, so we ended up with literally nothing. After months and months of endless work, sleepless nights, all I have left is a stupid poem about a goose.” The alpha was rubbing his face with one palm while using the other to lean on the desk. The beta was standing behind him pursing
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