"Yup! He a big, strong wolfie. Soft, too!" Range laughed, remembering all the times he had fell asleep on his father. "Nova Scotia?" He asked, eying Sugar. "That's a nice name.. Mines is Range.." After making sure the wolf knew that statement was directed towards her, the pup turned to face Sugar. "Hi." He woofed, smiling broadly. "You have a nice tail." He said, cocking his head and looking at the strings of hair that hung together behind the horse. After complimenting the animal, he began to wonder if it would actually respond.. "Hadn't said anything when his tail got bited." He then turned his attention back to the woman, "Burn?" He stared at the pit the woman had created, trying to figure out what she was doing. With wide eyes he watched as the small orange flame danced. He turned around, laying on his stomach and staring at the fire. "I wanna be protector.. Or painter. Or teller!"
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