The Sunspire what will become of these gestures that we make

"My thoughts exactly," Wraen replied, laughing. She had to rake her memory to find out, if kids were supposed to talk this early on or she was facing an era-defining genius at the moment. 

With wagging tail, she put her head on the ground between her outstretched forepaws and waited for the little bundle of joy waddle closer. Already the puppy had won over all of Wraen's rational misgivings, why a lot of puppies was not a good thing.

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