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Although Blue Willow appeared in her periphery, it took Junior a good minute or two to notice the black-furred, green-eyed she-wolf. When she did, she bounded over to her aunt and bumped her aunt's chin before giving her a few sloppy licks. She had become rather morose out on the road, the life of a loner jading her, yet now that she was home, it had certainly put a spring back in the youngster's step.

"Aunt Willow! What's shakin'?" the up-and-coming teenager asked, taking a step back. "You look like shit!" she exclaimed, then realized what she'd just said and said, "Oh, sorry. I mean... you look really exhausted." Junior paused, lips twisting thoughtfully. "Is it because of my dad and... all that?"