[Oh, to be able to roll his eyes. He keeps pace with the wolf effortlessly, because there is very little he needs to pace with. Anywhere there is a shadow, one shadow connecting to another, he can be there, too. So he keeps pace, for now, and he sighs, and he gives in to another old urge he'd all but forgotten about. It feels like this one was more often used with cattle than people, and all the more appropriate for that: a swift swat on the ass. Get on, little doggie. That's how it goes, isn't it?]
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