Savina and the two girls joined them at the door in no time. Kansas maneuvered with the door so that the entire party could exit and continue on their adventure. As the females slipped, he gave them a soft, Ladies first, although Silvano had left the confines of the manor, too. The ghostly wolf was energetic with the day's plans, eager to have some innocent fun. Beckoned by the laughter of his children, he slipped outside into the blinding sunlight. After Savina's declaration that the slowest would become a snail, Artemis and Parker sped to keep up with their ebony mother. Young ones were so impressionable — surely he would have done the same at their age.
Laughing joyfully, Kansas loped after them. Excitement, as well as the heat of the summer day, caused his tongue to hang between his jaws. When Silvano suddenly stopped to examine a flower head, Kansas sidled up to him and nudged his shoulder gently. C'mon, you don't want to be a slimy snail, do you? His words were teasing and full of mirth, a smile belying the seriousness of his tone. Kansas wished to get the boy moving ahead with his mother and sisters. The slender brute planned to be the slimy snail, anyway, to save his children such an unpleasant title.
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