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Good morning, Bar, how are you?
I hope you're feeling fine.
I'd love to stay and talk but it's almost 9 o'clock,
and I'm missing a pup of mine.

Wolf, looking for Harold.

Feel free to ask him what he's doing, since he's basically walking around sniffing.

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"Oh Harold..."

He'd completely forgotten about Harold not being able to find his birth parents.

"I'm sorry, pup. We didn't mean to... Virginia was hurt very badly by a really bad guy, and she needed help."

Yeah, Snow probably tried to tell Harold all this. Harold either didn't listen or didn't understand so..this is all news to him.

There's concern in his voice.

"Yeah, she did. We almost lost the baby. That's why we had to go."

And then there's alotsa confusion.

"Don't you remember Virginia's big belly? She was pregnant, pup. There was a baby in there." When he says "pup," there is love in the word. Cubs are pack, and you love them.

He's getting his mind around the idea. After all, no one ever told him where babies come from.

"Yeah, baby."

...

"Do you want to see him?"

Harold squirms around a little. He's not ready to go with them, even for a little while.

He's talking! It's progress!
Slooow progress.

Snow gets some feeling of this, and speaks up.

"Perhaps we could all visit Hunter another day, when Harold's feeling up to being visible?"

"We can do that..."

It's rather unnerving, trying to look at/for Harold.

Invisi-baby.

Just great.

"Harold.... I'm sorry we left you, pup. I really am. We never would have done it if we didn't have to."

And then Harold starts to cry.

Almost completely muffled into Snow's chest,

. . . kids always ask the hardest questions. Snow manages to keep from actually flailing, fortunately.

"Life don't always go the way we'd like. Things change, people leave, and the world moves on. But sometimes change can be for the best, and sometimes people come back. No one has ever left you deliberately, never on purpose. And we're here for you, now."

It's hard. He wants to touch Harold. Wrap him up and hold him and nuzzle him and protect him, let him know that he never wants to leave ever.

But he can't.

"Sometimes bad things happen. But Snow's right; nobody ever has left you on purpose, Harold. Not because they wanted to. I was so worried about Virginia."

"I'm sorry."

It's not Snow that Harold doesn't trust. If he had been worried about her before, her not telling Wolf Firmly Convinced him that she's forever good in his mind.
Wolf he's not too sure about.

But he does hear sincerity and concern in Wolf's voice...
Harold's tears become sniffles and somewhat unaware he allows his outline to become a very light shadow.

Snow gives a small smile at this.

"Feeling better? Would a snack help?"

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There isn't anything else he can say, and with a look to Snow, Wolf reaches over and brushes his fingers against Harold's shoulder.

Harold jumps just a wee bit at the touch and turns around and looks at Wolf proper.

And then he reaches out a hand..tenitively..

Wolf lets his hand drift to Harold's, breath bated.

Harold gently runs his fingers over Wolf's hand, studying them - soft against hard; pale against tan; little against big..
Wolf's hands.

Hands that held him when he was crying, comforted him when he was scared, found him when he was alone, rocked him to sleep and loved him when he didn't have anyone else.

He Knows these hands..and he wants nothing more than to trust them again.

""Miss you.""

Harold can't understand him, but he still says it. And it means more, that way. He can put so much more true meaning into it.

Harold may or may not understand completely, but he understands, which is the important thing. And suddenly he feels that a table is way too much of a barrier.

So he leans forward a bit and streches out his arms towards Wolf with pick me up? Please? all over his face.

Snow relases Harold. She's not going to hold him back if he's feeling this open.

Wolf gladly takes Harold and clutches him tight, looking gratefully at Snow.

Harold snuggles Wolf.

Very slowly he's becoming more and more visible.

There is baby clingage.