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He felt reassured, knowing now that perhaps he wasn't the sort of wolf who would have to struggle with the beast that Wraen was referring to. Maybe he would be able to keep his temper in check, and avoid getting into a situation that would demand more of him than he was willing to handle. She suggested that they should go and find something to eat, and he stood, to go along with her. Before she could move away, though, he snuck forwards to nuzzle the underside of her muzzle, and lean briefly against her chest; an affectionate, appreciative gesture. "Thanks Wraen," He murmured, and gave her soft cheek a lick. He was lucky...She was so temperate compared to his mother, and so much easier to talk to. Off they went, then, with lighter chatter, to find a meal and share it peacefully.