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the other wolf's admission sent him chuckling, and he nodded along with the sentiment, eyes creasing with mirth. he was soon questioned, and nodded still, shifting his weight as he settled into his role here—elder statesman and all.

i am dutch's father, aditya replied. but i have no mate. dutch's mother and i—we've—reconciled an arrangement between the two of us. she is free, and i am free.

it didn't totally register on the surface, but perhaps a like-minded soul would understand.

he tilted his head. and where do you come from, hototo? he asked.