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Harlowe was overjoyed—this was an entirely new emotion for the cream-furred youth. Prior to Naniko's departure he had only known an unwavering medium, neither happy nor sad. His own emotion was subtle and barelty palpable by the chocolate-dipped youth. And then his mother had departed and he had learned sadness, despair even. Now he was learning ecstasy, the joy of acceptance on his merits and his merits alone.
Conor told him where to find Larkspur, and naturally, Harlowe had no idea where this place was. His face must have shown disappointment, for the alpha offered to take him to this place. Although Harlowe was certainly still nervous, he smiled now, and it was less a mechanical smile than before. He had not cracked and lost his composure yet; he would not. “If you don't have more pressing matters to attend,” he said. He did not truly desire Conor's companionship, but he knew without the man's assistance he would likely end up wandering for hours until he found Larkspur.
“It would be a good opportunity to learn about my new home,” the youth said, waiting patiently for Conor to lead the way.
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