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Ehno loved his new home, he truly did. But part of him would always long to be back in Italy, to see the sights that were familiar to him as a growing child. He definitely did not want that culture to be forgotten by his expanding family, so when Savina asked him to help teach the unborn pups about their homeland and their culture, he smiled warmly. "Certo l'aiuterò." He could already imagine how much fun it would be to teach the little ones all about Italy and its language. There were so many tales and histories he could relay to them. He knew it would be a fun task.



He seated himself into a more comfortable position on the ground, still eye-level with his sister. The chocolate-hued male gave her a quick, affectionate nudge at her thanks. He watched as his sibling took a glance at her stomach, his own eyes following her gaze. His thoughts mirrored her own, wondering briefly how long it would be until the pregnancy was visible. Ehno brought his gaze back up when Savina spoke again. A sad feeling came over him for a moment at the thought of their dearly departed mother. She may be gone from this life but Ehno felt that she was watching over their family even now, wherever she was. He knew she would be proud. The Italian boy smiled at his sister’s words, nodding in agreement. "Penso che ciò sia un'idea meravigliosa. Mamma sarebbe allettata. "
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