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There was a joy when the wind pressed against ones face while running—but even more so when with a comrade. As a lone wolf for so long, only now was she beginning to feel how lonely her life had been as she sought her place in the world.

Her companions paws thrummed the ground with proven strength, and as he caught up to the pale dove and initiated a playful nip to her flank, she could feel the shiver of delight course along her spine.

His size was taken in careful consideration, and in an attempt to keep a step ahead of him, the she-wolf darted aside just enough from his touch that as she halted her swift pace to a stand still, the large male would not collide into her. Gleaming eyes remained upon him as her nose tilted upward, testing the air and his scent once more, waiting to see what her pack mate initiated next.