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I believe you. He wasn't entirely convinced she did, but wasn't about to call her out or try and reassure her any further. As she sat, he followed her example and lowered himself to a more comfortable sitting position, his tail giving a couple of light taps against the ground as she asked for an explanation.

"Well, my mother looked sort of like me I guess, I think she was darker.." His words trailed off as he tried to construct his words.
"They're pretty much the same as a wolf, just usually smaller. I mean at least my matron was. Some of them look downright weird. Tiny, like the size of a small rabbit, with weird round heads and bad attitudes." he couldn't help but shake his head with a single bark of a laugh as he recalled a run-in with one such dog when he was still a pup.

His shoulders rolled in a shrug as he spoke again. "Humans keep them tied up in cages, or in their homes for whatever reason."