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In the truck, I roll down the windows, letting the hot, damp air in. Luna pokes a finger out into the air rushing by, then sneaks a glance at me. When I don't reprimand her, she sticks a hand out, spreading her fingers and letting the wind stream between them. A shy smile spreads across her face, growing bigger as she hangs her arm out, swooping it up and down through the air currents. I offer her a smile, and she laughs, turning back to the window. She's like a little kid playing airplane with her hand.
Maybe I was too hard on her at the picnic. I should have eased her in more slowly, gotten to know her before I showed her off to the pack. I'll just have to teach her a few things before I take her out in public again. I can't have the pack thinking my mate is some kind of idiot.
By the time we get home, we've both calmed down.
"Where's Mama?" she asks, peering off into the late evening darkness.