Douglas smirks, somewhere between sheepish -- he was probably the most frequently scolded of either litter -- and proud. He'd never had a need for a chip on his shoulder about his heritage; anyone he cared to speak to in the city knew, just as the pack did, that there was nothing mere about that mortal.
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