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The wolfdog nibbled at the pink flesh of his cheek, but faced the pretty wolfess with whatever smile he could muster. "Alright," He murmered, drawing a touch closer before drawing to a halt, curled tail twitching at his hind. "How're you?" Mawk enquired in turn, allowed his head to incline a fraction to the side.

His thoughts drifted to his passed wife (as they always did) and felt breathless for a moment, as though the oxygen had refused to pass through his lips and bring him the life he needed to continue; but then it passed (as it always did), and he was left with a hollow numbness tingling up his spine. His smile was maintained.