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Hurt her? A laugh rumbled deep in Sorryn's throat, echoing through his wide chest like a rumble of thunder across an azure sky. What was it about him that always garnered this reaction? The teeth? He knew it was better to brush, but, well, a wolf has better things to do than worry after his canines. Unless you're an alpha, heh heh heh. Canines. Heh. Get it? Hrm. Maybe he needed to interact more with the rest of the world. Senility was a bad thing (even if he was only six).
Come now, little one. Sorryn huffed, heaving himself forward towards the little firetruck. What are you doing out here, hmm? You should be in the nursery, not out here in the muck. Let's get you back to your mama.
Come to think of it... he hadn't realized that any of the feas had been expecting. It was the right season for it, wasn't it? This little one was almost a year, though, not just a few days or weeks. And she certainly didn't smell like any of the wolves he knew. But, then again, he never knew what was going on until Koesses showed up and reminded him how to talk.
Up you go. He rumbled, hoisting her into his jaws by the loose fur around her ruff. Let's find you some supper and then we'll go find your mama.
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