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"Right," she replied agreeably. "And sure! I'd be happy to help." The puppies needed her around much of the time, though not as much as before. They could spare her for an hour here or there. And Raven honestly needed the breaks where she could get them, especially with the youngsters teething.

They began making their way back to the cave, their breath pluming in front of them as a reminder of the air's frigidity. "I was born here," she answered, though she quickly added, "but I went searching for a family friend when I was around a year old, then ended up getting lost. I returned this past fall."

They traipsed together in silence for a moment, side-by-side, when Raven asked, "What about you, Aaron? What's your story?"