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The boy nosed at his paw—wonder at the world around him and his sense of discovery, it seemed, had finally begun. He was tentative in his steps though—which both pleased the Mayfair and revealed he was still an unfamiliar figure in the lives of his children. It was, after all, hard to compete with the warmth of their mother and the milk and love she provided.

He extended his own muzzle then, enough to reach the boy, but wavering, untouching—allowing Jakub to reach out and touch noses, should the pup wish to do so as he explored. It was a more carefree afternoon--one of the last in awhile.