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I hope so, I’d love to see her again. We used to even talk about starting a pack together, but I don’t know about that. She was always the most ambitious and out there of the three of us, so it was mostly her idea, Slavik explained, memories flashing through his mind. He could see puppy Simsey running to the edge of the territory, and asking him to date her across. She’d always been that way, and Arway had always been the more quiet and obedient one. Slavik was the intermediate, not the angel or the devil, but the shoulder they sat on.

Speedy laughed at Slavik’s joke about their game of chase, telling him it was a sly move. He returned her playful grin, I am a pretty good hunter, it’s actually what I’m best at. So what you saw was a pro pulling pro moves, don’t feel bad about losing, he teased, reaching forward to give her another lick on her ear. Just as he did she moved her own head to nibble his ticklish spot, and Slavik squirmed. A low giggle escaped his mouth, and though he squirmed he still liked the way it felt.