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Cadmeia was going to get a mentor. He was so thankful for that. Thankful that someone would be put in charge of the kit to help her become a good fox. Someone that was hopefully not him. He didn't know anything about foxes, caring for her the way that he would a pup, feeding her and carrying her around and playing. Whether or not that actually satisfied her at all was a mystery, unsure if he was failing at some innate fox knowledge she needed.
He watched her walk up to where the alpha stood, healthier and larger than when he'd rescued the tiny weak kit from their borders. Tail swishing he smiled over at Isa, sending one over to Sebastian as well. Did he feel proud of this? Well, maybe a little. Even if he hadn't done anything beyond give her attention. The one that was truly amazing was the kit standing there, so tiny amongst the crowd of wolves.
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