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Nanuq was putty in the paws of anyone who handled him, but especially wolves who reminded him of his father, which Towhee certainly did. Although Kallik was the more muscular of the two, they shared a similar loftiness and Towhee even carried some hint of a musk about her that Aquene, and other women, lacked. For Nanuq, whose senses were limited to taste, touch, smell, and some blurry mockery for sight, it was strong and familiar.

He let himself be rolled into her arms and hardly made a move or a sound until her tongue passed over his head, prompting an indignant squawk from the pup. That was when his pugged nose began to wriggle and he recognized another scent on Towhee, one that clashed oddly with the dad-like musk, but also enticed him.

He was starving, and all the other puppies were way over there with mom. Towhee was the dusty, dingy tavern to Aquene's hopping nightclub. And who doesn't love a good, quiet tavern when the club gets overcrowded? Nanuq began to wriggle in earnest, desperate to break free of her hold and make his way to her blissfully peaceful, empty milk bar.