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The wolf speaks more words she doesn’t understand but a lopsided grin remains on her face, nose pointed upward with excitement for what comes next. The others certainly don’t give her as much attention as she wants and when she has the sole interest of the stranger, she’s content to remain a little longer. Home will still be there when she finds it, she’s sure, and so with a beaming smile she curls her lips and mimics a high pitch howl, as much as her tiny puppy lungs can sing.