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The air was chilled but Beppe was numb to it. His eyes traced along the ground and he dwelled on the pointed silence of his mother. What had just happened had been partially out of her hands, and he, being the only English speaker between the two and yet the child, had taken it into his. He hoped it would be okay. He would have to make it okay, if it wasn't going to be. If all the wolves were like Jasper and the weather was only like this a few days a year, the boy figured they'd make it through all right. Perhaps there was a shop where they could find warmer clothes.
"Che cosa pensi, mamma?" he said softly, giving up on batting the snow from his eyes and letting it settle on his long lashes. In the distance the fog seemed to become more dense, and Beppe figured that it was Vapour Lake they were coming upon. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the footsteps they were making in the snow. The young boy's were already larger than his mother's.
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