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he's so busy coughing, he doesn't even notice there's a wolf approaching until he addresses him. he flinches, startled, and turns to look at the other — but he's gotten a little more used to the overt friendliness of strangers in paradise. he thinks it sort of makes sense; there's nothing to be afraid of here. not like back home, anyway. not like daisy fields. his coughing subsides almost immediately and he nods quickly. yeah! yeah — never been better, actually, he smiles brightly, tail swishing. this place is really pretty. i've never seen anywhere so nice — do you live here? he can't help all the words that bubble out of him, but he's starting to think meeting strangers is very exciting. they might be strange, but they're so nice!