Sweet Treachery
Milos smiles and kisses her muddy forehead.
“Now, back to my hair, whatever are you going to do with it?” She asks, widening her huge brown eyes.
“I’ll wash it for you,” he assures her. “I used to wash my mother’s hair before she died.”
“I am so sorry, darling,” she says.
“It is alright, it is all in the past now.” Milos’ mother, Luna Midea, had died of canine distemper, and infectious canine hepatitis. The healer wolves had tried all they could, but she lost the battle.
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