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Sven backed up a little. Eyes wide as Swift stared at him with suspicion. His ears laying back unsure. Sven didn't know how to handle Swift as his brother did. But he was trying that spoke for something right?

Was it? Was it that easy? Swift seemed to take it and just move on. Sven held up a paw unsure. He rubbed at his cheek thinking hard. That had to be too easy right? For real? Astrid never forgave like that. 

Did he want company? Should Sven ask? He cleared his throat. Uh do you want company? Or?

He looked back the way he had come. He could go back. He had set out to apologize and had done so. He didn't need to do much else did he? But it would be nice to make more friends. Sven didn't have many.