Lost to Find
I stick our tail up in the air and wag with my tongue still hanging and the man stands up.
"You're definitely a wolf, but you act like a domestic puppy." He sounds baffled. I move to sit while looking at him. I'm still young, so Honour's not full grown, yet we are larger than the average wild wolf. Our head comes up to his sternum as we sit in front of him. He reaches his hand out with his palm down and fingers towards our nose.
I sniff his fingers, his scent floods us. It's warm, like fire, yet comfortable, like the blanket Carla gave us for our birthday. I lick his fingers and he smiles. I feel our tail wag again.
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