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Cameo!

At two weeks old, Malakai was still a very useless thing. His eyes had opened, bright and blue and his little whines of protest had turned into dominant and needy little growls. His kicks had gotten a little stronger. Now, not only can he hear and smell those around him, he could see them. The stranger's arrival prompted a stare and when he realized he did not know this wolf, Kai goes all to hell and gives her his most fierce of roars. 

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