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The blonde girl, with the doggish looking ear and soft face, offered him his first lead. Eagerly, Max watched her speak, admiring the way she looked even now. While undoubtedly something beyond his reach, he was a young man and his hormones allowed him to store information amongst that of his true mission. A faint smile crossed his face as she continued to speak, finding her language (much like her) pretty.
It surprised him that the darker wolf did not seem to know such a thing, but he supposed that some information slipped through. Max was on his feet, satisfied by the simple confirmation that something had indeed been out of order with their neighbors. Why it was such an incident had occurred he still did not know—but he dipped his head towards the pair, dark lips parting to speak. “I don’t know if it will help,” he began, paused as if considering his words, and looked to the pale girl. “Or even if they’ll come here. Be wary,” he concluded, and turned on his heels. All four legs picked up a fast trot, intent on returning to Ezekiel quickly to share the news.
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