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Sorrel was taken aback by the sudden shift, having gone from, "Do you feel alright?" to, "You're gorgeous", and had a bit of a hard time comprehending. Sunny seemed like a nice enough boy, but the way that he was acting was outside of anything she had experienced before. In the beginning, her childhood was a normal one; mom, dad, brother, friends. Puppy love had never made an appearance, nor did it later on once she'd found Maman (or rather, Maman found Sorrel). 

And so now, at the ripe of age of one year and some change, Sorrel was getting her first little flutter. Not to kill the mood, but she wasn't the biggest fan of the feeling. Her ears fell back in embarrassment as she looked away from Sunny, then hearing his statement about not having many friends. Being in a pack like Morningside, Sorrel doubted that he hadn't met a nice wolf here or there who he could call a friend, but she didn't know how long he'd been there. Heck, it might have been his first day!

Here, how long? Sorrel asked, her head tilted in curiosity.