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Adelle's eyes glittered as Grandpa entered the room. His stiff proud movements had her standing still, pride in her own eyes. This was what she was, a warrior of the ovcharka. It didn't matter that time had passed, that she didn't remember the pack she had come from. Adelle had her grandfather, and that was enough. He knelt down beside her, and Adelle gazed into the eyes of the warrior that would always be the best, always the be strongest. His words had her glowing. Tak farfar. Jeg vil arbejde for at gøre dig stolt.
Jazper stepped forward, and the small pup's attention moved to the leader. She tried to remain as solemn as she had been a few minutes before, but her tail was already wagging wildly. He started talking, and Adelle concentrated hard to listen. She still only understood parts of english, but she grasped that Jazper was telling about how Adelle and Grandpa had come to Casa. Standing as alert as she could her body vibrated. Jazper winked at Adelle, and she bounded over to stand next to him again. At last a name was called! Her mentor! Eagerly she searched the crowds, wondering who it was.
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