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 Attila could offer to help, Hemming could accept, and then we could just fade out?
There was something startlingly endearing about this boy, now, and Hemming almost felt guilty that he had said such words. It had to be done, though, and it seemed to have elicited a pleasant change in the boy. A little smile crawled across the older wolf's lips, and he nodded softly when Attila agreed. As long as he kept his promise Hemming would let the thought of his old offences drift away, and would, as they say, forgive and forget. Perhaps Attila and Hemming could even become something of friends, as the timber wolf wouldn't hesitate to share his (admittedly meagre) skills as long as the boy didn't turn against him again. Hemming's pride healed quickly, but it did have a memory of the pains inflicted upon it.
When Attila accepted his suggestion of exploring the caves a little, Hemming's small smile turned into a grin. "Great," he replied, meeting the alabaster wolf's eyes with his own warm amber ones. Looking at the spear and the makeshift knife he was holding in his hands, the gray wolf said, "I guess I'm going to go finish working on this, then." With a smile, he added, "See you later," and waited to hear the other's goodbye. Perhaps he had something else to say. Simply turning around and leaving now seemed like it would be a premature action.
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