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Silvano looked plainly at the stranger, and uttered a small "Oh" before turning to look at the skyline, marred by trees and hills. How far away was that, anyway? And what lay in that direction? Fields of flowers? Forest of trees tall enough to touch the sky? A barren wasteland of dirt and thorny shrubs? Plains of nothing but sand? What kind of a place did he come from? "What was it like? Was there other wolves? Or was you alone?"
The pup tumbled forward into the grass, distracted by one that was poking out at an old angle. He pawed at it, trying to get it to lie down flat against its siblings. It would not; it reminded him of Artie, sticking out against her two littermates and probably the older kids too. "Does you have siblings?" Silvano asked of the other wolf, rolling over as he tripped over a rock. Appendages flailing in the air, he turned his head a bit to eye at Caedres. "Does you have friends?" Young as he was, he did not know what not to ask yet. That would come later. Or at least till someone smacked him or chastised him properly.
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