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I think this is a good place to wrap up! I'll archive from here. :]

The two wolves would turn around to wander their way back out of the dark cave and into the moonlight. Perhaps witnessing Zsuzsa in the moonlight would be something ordinary but she would take delight in seeing Kynareth for who he really was. What was once a prejudiced belief of wolfdogs to her now made an impression to learn more. She would learn further things on his escorting her back to the Hideaway Strath where the Saints called home. She found his cheeky nature rather entertaining and amusing, and for the first time in a long time, felt lighthearted enough to laugh some in his company. Perhaps that was the magic that he had over many others but there was something beyond his deviant nature that wanted her to get to know him better. At least now she would have that opportunity and was fortunate for him to have chosen her to join the ranks of the Saints.