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Lotte chuckled warmly at the girl’s swift rejoinder. “That would be ideal,” she agreed, her tail continuing to sweep the frosty loam at her back. Her small, bearlike ears pressed attentively forward upon her skull, argent eyes crinkling mirthfully at the outer corners. “You are a perceptive wolf,” she praised. “I hail from a sequoia forest near the coast.” She glanced toward the mountain ranges in the distance. “Do you live on a mountain, then? I have always wanted to climb one.” She tore away another strip of meat, gnawing pleasurably at it before asking, “Is there something you wish to do, pikku peloton?”