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Her confession of pining for fatness was a such a perfect tribute toward her unparalleled uniqueness that he felt himself beseeched with a tide of laughter that died quietly after only a few seconds. "I would like to get fat too!" he shared with a slight, breathless heaving of his sides. "You think maybe you and I could get together later in life and get old and fat?" He hadn't meant to bold instigate a future between them but was naturally flustered by the insinuation behind his words; a dusting of heat settled on his nape like a fine cloak.

But he was distracted from his teenage blunderings with the fresh tentativeness that crept into her voice as she seemed to seek his approval of her habitation...the likes of which he did not permit to linger too long with silence. "It's not strange at all," he reassured her with a genuine smile. "All wolves tend to gravitate toward a place that feels like home. I was born in the low laying woods of the south...I was never acclimated to the mountains. It is a difficult place for me to get around on." He stretched his forearms and studied them for a moment before adding, "Maybe my legs are too stubby and that's why I'm such a poor climber."

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