Ha! He was chuckling! (On the downside, he was probably laughing at her, but she'd take it as a win.)

Bella rolled her eyes. "Their eyes will open sometime," she said as if the fact was obvious. "And when they do, we'll teach them how to fetch things. They can help you around your shack!" They were wolves, not doings; they'd be much stronger and more capable when grown, and she was sure they could be of some use.

"And winter's coming," she said abruptly in response to his scarf comment. "You can't wander around outside like—that." She motioned to his outfit. Jamie always seemed on a mission to prove his masculinity, but she secretly wondered how many times he'd gotten sick or injured in an attempt to do so. Did he even sleep with a blanket? A pillow? Or was he so "manly" that he slept on a rock somewhere inside this mess?

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