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Denali’s brain worked in whirls, they might be recovering? So they could be alive? And then when she offered him to stay there with her, how could he refuse? She was a big wolf like his parents, she might feed him, and give him a home at least until his parents got back to him. He’d wait for them, make sure they knew where he was. He looked up at her, Savina, he said that in his head as he watched her. Then made a small smile, one that meant he had some hope.
I am Denali.
He said, he didn’t mention accepting the invitation, his brain was whirring all over and he’d thought he answered right when he thought it so he didn’t mention it again, he felt comforted already, she seemed so nice and she was already there for him. He’d stopped crying now, and the only trace was his dry eyes and shuddering, as he was still scared… He learned one of the most important things in life… that it could change in two strokes of a paw if it really wanted to, and without his permission. This was when he learned… he didn’t have control over everything, and nothing would make him happy because he was the center of the world… because he wasn’t. the thought didn’t bode well in his head as his little brain thought it all out. Well battled it really.
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