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Where he had tried to steer her course in direction, Mae proved to be a whirlwind of motion and spun, instantly clambering his front paws and his limbs, greeting him with an enthusiasm that was hard not to feel at least a little good about.

At least not everyone was mad or annoyed with him.

The excitement drew along puppy teeth—and they were still increasingly sharp. He winced, but before he could return the greeting, a vision of ivory caught the peripheral of his gaze, and glancing sharply up, he noted the humble stance of Vystra—the rumbled greeting of his name and mispronunciation stirring a smile from him. “Vystra,” he called to her in welcome, though knew it would be lost to the wind as such—and with a glance down to his daughter, he made to garner her attention—to cease her playful bites and pay attention to one of their newer packmates. “Mae, this is Vystra. Friend.”