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He was lost in this moment wherein the little glowing thing perched fearlessly upon the tip of his snout, lake hued eyes wide with wonder. Usually, creatures smaller than himself fled from him, never brave enough to even allow his approach. The firefly's courage inspired him. Perhaps the boy would think of it whenever faced with something that roused his own fears. In the next blink, the minute creature was gone, becoming one amongst the mass drifting serenely all around.
He was still wide-eyed with lingering amazement when the limping figure finally caught his attention. Of his respectful nature, Oak stood quickly, ears lowering in automatic submission to the older wolfess. Her voice as well as the limp of her gait were familiar to him. He knew inherently that he had met her before, but not when or where. A name entered his thoughts from somewhere in the past, Ghita. Otherwise, she was lost in the tangle of memories he had of his infancy; nonetheless, his ash tipped tail waved slowly, for her words had been kind and soft. Nodding twice, the boy grinned and looked up at the sky for a second before returning his gaze to the Italian woman's lovely turquoise eyes. Oh, yes, came his verbal response, his tone holding the soft calm inherited from his mother.
A shrill voice interrupted them, but Oak merely looked about until his gaze lit upon the stranger. He was struck by her stunning appearance, the snowy white of her fur, the shimmering ruby of her eyes. The sapling realized that she was as confused by the fireflies as he had been, until one of them had graced him with its presence on his nose, thereby telling him without words that it was only a little insect. His tail was still wagging mildly when he glanced between the two females, a bit bewildered by their presence on what he had thought would be a solitary night. They're bugs, Miss, he gently informed the alabaster fey with certainty. He lacked the haughtiness of some children, wishing only to share what he had just learned himself.
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