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Above her, the two males conversed. Wildfire didn't listen. She kept her face buried in her uncle's fur, as if he was just a giant, furry security blanket. Gradually, her tears dried, her inflamed face cooled and her breathing became even. By the time she finally turned her head to peek backward at Reek, she looked more or less like a normal, calm wolf cub.

At length, she shifted to slip into the space between Elwood's forelegs, facing their guest. She licked her lips quietly, then began to chew on them. There was part of her that recognized Reek had been trying to help her. He had offered comfort to her, a strange child. Wildfire tried to smile at him but the bashful youth couldn't get her mouth to cooperate. She ended up just staring at him like a doe.