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The pudgy cub remained oblivious to the cold moment that passed between the adult wolves; his focus was on Wyatt alone. As he pushed his fat paws into his sibling, the more wiry pup slid into the space between his legs and clamped onto his cheek. It didn't hurt until the smaller black pup pulled his head back, and then Lucas squealed and struggled to get away. For all his promised size and all his bulk as a babe, Lucas was a pacifist. He didn't like this kind of rough play and he made it known by placing his paws on Wyatt's thinner chest and pushing with all his might.