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There were days when she still missed him, still remembered him, just a little bit. Haven looked a little bit like Conri...and that didn't help. Naniko didn't fault the little guy for it a bit, and treated him just like the other pups, but she couldn't help but think about her ex-mate whenever she saw Haven.
At the same time, though, the little pup reminded her of someone else--a much brighter, happier memory. Physe. He looked a bit like her dead father, the same burnt orange color. Naniko was without the four pups today, though. Only Salem had accompanied her this time. The little black pup followed her as she started toward the lake, preparing for a fishing trip. She'd brought the fishing pole; it dangled over her back, bending a little bit with each step. Salem watched the tip of it as they went.
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