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Her lips twitched when he said, "Wifi good," taking it as a compliment. She didn't speak again until they reached the den's mouth, at which point she stopped and turned to look down at him. "Here we are. Why don't we go inside? Let's get your mom to tell us a story, then we can take a nap." She wondered if he hated that word, as some infants and toddlers did. She knew she'd gone through a phase where she hated mandatory nap time, though nowadays—like right now, for instance—she definitely didn't mind the occasional afternoon siesta.

She waited for Elwood Jr to trundle into the den, then slipped in behind him. While she surely headed toward his mother's arms, Wildfire dropped to her haunches near the entrance, sighed quietly and slid forward into a sphinx-like position. "We had a long walk and now we demand a good story," she murmured playfully to her Aunt Finley before exchanging a conspiratorial glance with the littler pup and settling in for the tale and subsequent catnap.