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Leila had been re-equainting herself with her rosebush, a task that left a light glisten of sweat upon her fur. Her attempts to salvage her once puppy play house homehad failed, for she grew exceptionally quick.

After removing the thorn pricked branch from her disheveled pelt, she proceeded to groom herself. Hopefully, the Nice Smell Tree Who Held Flowers would grow too, just like her, and once again, they could be reunited.

Just as she had removed the last bramble from the black saddle on her back, a call sounded. One that had a Pull she internally could not ignore. Listening to the voice as she sprang to her fours, she smiled knowing it was her Father who made the Call. No one else held such authority the way he held it. Able to Pull any and all who belonged to the Bypass just with the sound of his voice.

The internal compass led her to a flat clearing, one that was not as fancy as the other time once meet in it, but the angel didn't mind. Looks didn't mean anything to her.

She held a lower frame to the other wolves of the Bypass, but strode gracefully to the Grey Man, lightly touching the tips of his massive paws with her heart patterned nose, then circled the side to his left, and sat next to him.

Still too shy to speak to others.