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Once upon a time, the white wolf would have been able to relate to the incessant chatter and the strange humor, but not now. He did not care for this male at all and certainly would not be calling him later, and was all too glad to see him pick up and leave without much fuss. Luke drew a deep breath, exhaling the tension as he turned to face his companion, settling to his haunches.

"Look at you all growed up," he said, a half smile curling one corner of his mouth upward. The last time he recalled seeing Wildfire had been after the tornado struck. "Do you live up here now?"