Fleetfoot turned to look up at Celaena, her golden eyes full of question. Celaena reached down to stroke the warm head, the long ears, the slender muzzle. But the question remained. Celaena said, “She’s never coming back.” The dog kept waiting.
-Sarah J. Maas
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