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“Oh, you’re so sweet, Kite!”

The whirring of Kite’s tail sped up exponentially. If she’d been born a Disney cartoon, she would’ve levitated at the compliment, but alas, she was only human, after all a semi-realistic wolf character. “I like Rascals,” she agreed enthusiastically, dancing a jittering circle around the Firebird. Maybe Eljay didn’t think it presented a perfect fit, but it was certainly good enough for Kite. Most importantly, it was something that’d come organically from Eljay, not from her. If she had volunteered the word, it would’ve carried less weight and seemed less special.

Besides — they were rascals.

“What are the rules?” she asked, getting down to the brass tax. “When we visit, we can call and ask to play with you? Do you already have favorite places and things to do here? It looks and smells so nice.”