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She certainly seemed to be in a good mood. Charles glanced at her big ears; he didn't see others with his sort of appearance all that often. He didn't say anything though, thinking about what Draper said. They apparently weren't exactly good traits to most wolves, and Charles didn't want to start this meeting off on a bad footing.

Yeah, sure, Charles said, even though he was kinda disappointed. Now he'd actually have to hunt rather than dig up a fresh cache someplace. Heh. So does that pretty face come with a name? he asked -- surprised by his smoothness -- as he started to lead the way and sniffed the air in hopes to find something edible nearby.