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Sebastian wraps her up in one of his big tiger furs and takes her out to the porch while he makes the cocoa.
The rain is still just as steady as it was this afternoon, and a part of her is glad that she came up with the plan so that she didn’t have to get all wet walking home and then listen to the two older wolves fuss at her about catching a cold.
“When I was little, my mother would let me stay up late on nights like this so I could listen to the rain,” Sebastian smiles as he rocks them both on one of the chairs on the porch. “She always worried I’d catch my death but—” he sighs. “I was a nervous pup growing up, and there’s always been something about listening to the rain that calmed me down, you know?”
And she does know because—
“It was the same for me,” She tells him as s
