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appreciate every moment.

the black cur's gaze lifted, surprised to be handed such sobering advice, thorn considered her words. by principle he did not believe himself a wolf that took his good luck for granted.

dipping his broad muzzle to oblige her request, thorn prepared his exit. "certainly. good luck, ruenna redfern." the stygian beast grumbled, sharing with her one last look before he returned to diaspora.