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Sorry for the wait... D:
He remembered his childhood games. And he longed for them at times. He recalled running around in the snow, kicking it up into powdery swirls as he did so. He'd liked chasing the shadows and wondering what made them. Firefly was usually close behind (or, more likely, ahead), before she'd left. Sometimes he really wanted those days back, but they'd slipped away from him like water through his fingers. And there was nothing he could do about it except bring his playfulness back at times, like he had so many weeks ago with Firefly.
Kansas discovered that he was reading the same line over and over again without understanding it. A noise pricked his ears, and he lifted his eyes to the field ahead of the house. Someone was nearing, running through the snow, as happy as could be. He grinned and watched her, not realizing until she was very close that the wolf was Mati. She had gotten so big. Did puppies really grow that fast? If he and Savina had children, would they grow up so quickly that he wouldn't realize it? The idea was frightening.
But Mati still had innocence about her, in her abashed eyes and nervous smile. "Oh—hi, Mati," he returned, still a little surprised by her sudden appearance. She came closer, looking at the book he held in his lap. Her question warranted a nod from the cream-colored boy. "Yes. This is Shakespeare—eh, he was a famous human writer. I like his stories." He gave her a small smile. "Has Nani... Has your mom begun to teach you yet?"
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