Silver Creek Part Three: Fish Breath

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the woman dropped her fish and started acting all weird as soon as she caught sight of cortland and his tall shadow. the pup put his head to one side as the beta moved forward to exchange scents with the wolfess -- his stomach churned with hunger at the sight of the fish, but until casmir motioned him forward, he didn't move. "this is cortland, my sort-of nephew," the dark wolf murmured to the new one.
then, and only then, did the chubby hobbit tiptoe closer, small muzzle extended warily while the tiny hairs along his nape and the base of his tail prickled with unease. he noticed she smelled of spring and also the beta, and so relaxed. "how you fish?" the boy piped in his loud voice.[/tr][/td][/table]