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She called after him and he halted, letting her join him. He was more than willing to let her steal away a moment with him, as they had them far and few in between. Though he caught her meaning, he let it slip by to wolfishly hold her close to him for several moments. Words did not come to him but that was no different than it had been as of late; he let actions speak for him instead. So when the proper lull to their moment came, he urged her along with him again. The future would work itself out eventually, as history was testament to the steady course it had carved into the earth with time.