He patted the wild child dry after their spill in the river. “Well, there’s a girl under all that dirt!”
“Please don’t take me from the wolves!” she begged.
He dabbed her tears. “I’d never take you, from found family.”
She hugged the ranger. “May I still learn human ways?”
“Best as I can teach them.”
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