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The bull exhaled through his nose, blowing Keelut's face with warm, humid breath. The pale wolf laughed at this, but the bison didn't seem to care about the sound of it. They were too close, close enough to be considered well within each other's personal space, but neither one of them cared. But eventually the magic of the moment was interrupted by the sound of another wolf's voice. Keelut's friend was visibly startled by it, and after a moment of analyzing the situation decided to turn around and gather up with the rest of the herd. Keelut hadn't yet turned to face the other wolf, preferring to enjoy the sadness of seeing the creature walk away from him.

How are they worse now? he inquired, not yet having taken the first glance of the other male. He watched the pale bison find what looked like a familiar. They exchanged grunts and walked further into the herd. At some point Keelut lost sight of them, mixed with the mass of brown fur that stretched far and wide.