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Easy mirrored Wintersbane's smile with a flash of her own teeth. "No one wants a tame wolf, anyway," she assured him. In all honesty, however, she thought they both needed to calm down a little, and to start setting down roots. Her father had been fond of saying, If wolves were meant to stay in one place, we would've been born with roots instead of paws. But those were words for the timid and the broken to live by; words for wolves who had trouble moving on instead of wolves who had trouble staying in one place.

To her surprise, Wintersbane echoed her own thoughts. She considered commenting on this before giving a rueful shake of her head, and planting a fond lick on the tip of her friend's nose. "I'll be coming by to check up on you," she warned him with a smirk and a wag of her tail. "And if you're not where I expect you to be, I shall be very disappointed. And you can hold me accountable as well. Deal?"