The little black wolf pup practically leapt out of Holden's lap and though he stumbled and went face first into the carpet he managed to get up. Once on all fours he trotted over with a great deal of effort and settled himself onto Wendell's feet. There was something about Wendell that Jeremiah recognized even in his wolf form. The longer he stayed like this the more he was becoming aware of his surroundings and who everyone was. Hunter just watched as he skittered across the floor.
"The one sitting on your feet is Jeremiah." It felt like Miah to him, and he was smaller than the little white pup that was sitting on his knee. "And this one is Julian."
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