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He was a sweet, cuddly thing! Rosalyn tickled the fur on his back briefly, then pressed a kiss to his little spine as he burrowed into her chest.

She wasn't a singer but she did start to hum. Rosalyn wasn't sure where the tune came from but it was stuck in her head, repeating, and it brought some sort of feeling with it. Sad, but also comforting.

Perhaps I can tell you a story, little one. If I can remember the words. Something about the tune made her think of another beach, far away.... and a pack, faces vague, but somehow familiar.