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Oh no. He asked her that question. She knew the answer. She lived and failed in that answer, but she did not want to admit it to Casmir, or any of her packmates. She missed her old life horribly, and though she tried to adapt and keep her chin up, she wanted nothing to do with this wild life among wild wolves. Nope, not at all. She was happy to have her food served to her in a stainless steel bowl, or handed to her one piece at a time from the hand that would also stroke her head and scratch her belly.

She was stolen away by her thoughts, and her body drooped even more. So burdened by her sorrow, she took notice of little else, his words travelling in one ear and swiftly out the other. Her lip quivered, and she sniffed, twitching her nose and pursing her lips as she tried to quell the emotion bubbling up onto her face. But, it was no use. She cracked.

"YES!" she wailed, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks in dramatic sobs.

Have fun dealing with that, Cas!