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Azur. The beautiful wolf of my mother had been a friendly constant while I grew up. The gentle touch of her wet snout encouraging me to take a step further, the reassuring growl to dare me to be a bit bolder. There wasn't a childhood memory without her.
I couldn't imagine not having my own wolf companion. The noise of paws and claws ticking on the floor, the snap of a slashing tail, and the soft grumble of an animal asleep. They were sounds of a healthy household and without it, it simply wasn't home.
I wanted, needed a wolf. I wouldn't be complete without.
A small wet patch pressed into the back of my hand and my breath hitched. I knew what that was, I'd felt that a thousand times.
The nose of a wolf.
A foreign magic rushed through me, both hot and cold at the same time. Tingling
