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The boy had slogged through the snowstorm, even his thick fur doing little to protect him from the raging storm. Nietzsche had shivered against the wind and snow, and was more than thankful when the storm had begun to slow. He was still shivering, but at least the wind was no longer piercing through his thick coat. His bright eyes glanced around, trying to find a place that would offer him some warmth and reprieve. They landed upon a cave, and through the scent of snow and sleet he couldn't yet tell if it was occupied. The prospect of shelter gave him renewed strength, and he continued towards the dark and looming entrance of the cave. He peered inside the gloom but the darkness outside and inside the cave made it hard to see what was inside.
His ears pricked forward sharply at the sound of the voice, and his fur prickled until he realized the words were not threatening. Nietzsche made his way inside, his eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness- soon he was able to spot the form of the wolf who had spoken. "Danke schön, fremde." In the dark of the cave and the chaos of the storm, he had forgotten that not many here spoke his tongue. "Eh, thank you, I meant." He settled against the opposite wall, laying down and trying to conserve his body heat as much as he could. There was no snow or freezing wind in the cave, but the walls and floor were like ice.
Curiosity began to take hold of him. The other wolf was small and skinny, in direct contrast to the boy who, although he was younger, was already far larger and filled out. "I am Nietzsche." He said with a tilt of his head, unafraid to reveal his name to the stranger, for he seemed to be rather unassuming. His ear flicked as there was a distant rumble of thunder, and the whistling of wind. "The storm still rages on outside. It seems as though we will have time to chat. Who are you?"
Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul
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