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His news, or perhaps his change in mood to one more solemn (which was for him an unusual thing) set her back. She touched her nose to his cheek, and he leaned in to the gesture appreciably. She, too, offered her home to him, and he passed his tongue along her muzzle in an affectionate thank you. "You don't know how much that means to me," he smiled warmly as he drew back to meet her eyes. It struck him then, and he chuffed at the thought, that here he had three different packs which would welcome him, and here he was still wandering around the wild on his own.

"You know, it's funny," he said, striking off on a tangent rather than dwell on the previous subject. "I had actually come up this way to meet a former packmate of yours. Smash. She said she'd meet me in the Emberwood." But that did not happen, and, realizing he had touched on yet another displeasing subject he followed up with an honest, more cheerful comment. "But it worked out, seeing as I got to run into you!" With that, he sprang sideways and dropped into a play bow. His hips swayed and his tail tossed side to side. The shimmer in his eyes and the impish curl on his lips invited her to play, scuffle and romp.