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_____ He smiled at her without trouble, deciding that her red eye was nothing to worry about. He hadn’t thought it downplayed she herself in any way, he was just intimidated by its presence – it was a little scary. The boy felt the wind rustle the dead leaves around him, making a slow and steady crashing and crumpling sound that was akin to a lullaby. He felt so very calm, in his home with a soothing wolf before him and a beautiful day with the breeze playing around them both. It was almost enough to make him forget about his sister… he hadn’t seen Firefly in a while, and her apparent disappearance was a constant tug at his fragile heart.
_____ She explained her pack to him, and he smiled at her to show he had heard, practicing manners. To him, it sounded so very far away; so different from the world he knew – it only extended to the river (which, he assumed, was the same one she had mentioned) and to the areas of Storm that he had explored with his father a few days before. The notion of another pack was very real to him, though unknown at the same time. He wanted to ask more, but she’d said a word he didn’t know, so he pounced on the opportunity to find out what it was.“Wha’s a ‘mountain’?”
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