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Corbie glanced up from her task to see another wolf approaching, pulling a cart. Presumably he was here to harvest wood as well, to fill the cart, and his question bore out that assumption. She dropped another branch into her own sledge and nodded to him as she bent another branch with her paws to begin the process of breaking it away. "Yes, this grove should be able to -" She stopped as he bumped the wagon with his paw, disturbing the contents and drawing her attention to them... Corbie's heart just melted at the sight of the slumbering, gangly young dogs tangled up there, and her paws paused on the slender branch as she gazed down into the cart with a particular soft expression reserved for young things. "Oh my goodness, they are so adorable."