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For the second time, Sugar lost her balance and dropped hard to her hindquarters, the result of the shadow jumping at her. Her blackened spine curved as she unwittingly leaned away from it, eyes now wide as they stared at the figure. There was more definition to it now, although she didn't have much of a frame of reference in order to recognize Weejay's features as belonging to a fellow wolf.

But no harm came to her, so the pup quickly overcame her instinctual trepidation and rose onto all fours to meet her peer in the middle. And as soon as her tiny pink nose bumped into Weejay (hitting her awkwardly on the shoulder), the feel and smell of her was quite familiar. The details were different from her parents and litter mates, not that Sugar recognized this conscientiously. Her tail wriggled as she pressed her nose harder against her cousin's shoulder, skimming it down her ribs toward her upraised hips, totally unaware that his posture was meant to invoke play.