#110816 - “They call me Griz” he says, his voice deep and cool like the roar of a waterfall that is on the other side of a hill. Each time his ax went up muscles on his back and arms twisted and arched creating large mounds and valleys in his skin. He stopped for a second, letting out a low growl that resonated deep within his chest.
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