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Spring grew serious, and Laurel sort of regretted her question. She looked at the snail puppy and considered interrupting Spring to continue their game of playing house, but in the end Spring already started to speak to let her know about the answer of her question. Laurel looked at Spring attentively, feeling a little weird, as she listened to the words.

She vaguely remembered the story about Reek, though she was pretty sure that he was a story wolf, not a real wolf. Yet the first thing that sprang out to her was not the yes-or-not fictivity of Reek; it was something else that piqued her curiosity. "Why not?" She looked at snailpuppy and wondered how it'd feel never to see Spring again. Surely it wouldn't be very happy, and neither would Spring-daddy.