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They moved in a casual walk, his own pace matching hers, despite the limp that graced him now. Her question drew a tentative ear flick, and his shoulders lifted upward in a shrug before his gaze sought her out. “Right now? I’m trying to make up for time lost between my family and I since I was away.” He left it at that – more or less, the dark wolf had become a guardian of sorts to the redwoods, and he assumed he would maintain the role – the forest was full of healers, mystics, druids.. and yet they did not hold many warriors. “What about you?”