Big Salmon Lake malice

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we are in the process of joining a pack, he lilted, tossing a glance behind him to see if byll had come out to play. but she hadn't, and so he descended on his rump to scratch behind his ear with one gangly hindleg. i like your name. it's interesting. why are you here? the boy spoke with the bluntness of a youngster, continuing to sneak looks over his shoulder for byll. the lack of her presence made him nervous, though he would not admit this to a soul.