Morningside Cuesta Coffee with my bacon, please

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And so she began to move. Sympathy gripped him, for every movement of hers must have been painful. So, too, did respect. She was tough. Many wolves would have died, and few would have found the will to push against the pain and follow him. But follow she did, and she would be rewarded. Though the distance was great, at the end of the road lay the peace and comfort of the grove. There she would be cared for, her wounds would be seen to, and she could rest until she was recovered. Then Sriracha would grant her the opportunity to stay with them, to grow with them.