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Normally the wolves Anselm encountered were much like himself: gruff, standoffish, or disinterested in him. When Melody's gaze fell upon him and measured the full swing of his body, he felt his skin burn.

Her fur shone softly, longer at the ends and padding a luxuriously long tail. Anselm was captured for a moment by the arresting sunflower of her gaze.

No. He sniffed after the berries; some had the sunny complexion of ripeness, others looked green and sour. I came to see vhat you vere doing.