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Valiant's tail, already wagging, picked up speed.

"Somethin' simple, with the family," he agreed, a warm smile on his face. He wished that Minnow could be there, and Dutch — it hurt to imagine a wedding without either of them. But Dutch was far from their reach, and Minnow... he didn't know. Certainly, he didn't know where his brother had gone.

"Maybe..." he said, uncertainly, a tiny thread of hope in his voice. "Maybe we can send for the Blackbear."

But who could they possibly send? There weren't enough of them that he thought they could spare anyone, and more than that — he'd stopped trusting in the world to safely deliver their wolves back to them. Perhaps it would just be a dream.

"Or maybe not," he sighed. But he offered her a wry smile. "Let's do it soon. I'm gonna hunt up somethin' pure white for our wedding blanket. Once it's tanned, we can find us a river and say our vows. That's how they do it in my family, at least — back at Round Valley. Then we have a party. Singin' and dancin' and tellin' stories all night long."