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Reaching out, I ran my fingers through her fur. Have you ever stuck your hand out the window of a car? How soft the wind feels when you let it glide between your fingers. That's how her fur felt. Like a breeze, whispering gentleness over my hand.
She bent down and rubbed her face against mine. “You’re so tall,” I said to her. Knight was enjoying the show and couldn’t wait to come out.
I want to meet her, Knight said, pushing forward.
“I know you said that you were tired, but Knight would love to meet you. Think you stay a little longer?” Her ears went up, and her tail began to wag. I took that as a yes and gave Knight full control.
They sniffed, licked, and pawed at each other. While playing, I could see Knight sizing up Lyla’s wolf. One day, hopefully sooner than l
