Is that really you?

“If you wish a moose to pull it, I’ll catch you one myself.” he promised. It would need to be young, or they would never teach it to pull such a contraption. For a moment he found his mind considering the problem, turning it around in his head… and then he shook it. The present. That was what was important. Perhaps there would be time in their future to capture something that his sister could use.

She let him hold her paw over hers for a few moments, and then pulled it free, asking him a question he struggled to answer. “No time at all, I hope. And not for a long time yet. I have new grandchildren recently pushed into this world. I would like to see them grow. Wouldn’t you like to meet them, Io?” he asked softly. He didn’t try to place his paw again. He rested it gently in the earth, aching to pull the other wolf into his arms.

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