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Anacleto smiled softly towards the little brown pup as she reached out and stroked his soft little tuft of mane. "He is a blessed by the song." she informed lowly. "Wolves can hear it you know." she informed. "The song of the Moon. It sings to them... calls to them. He will hear it too, in his dreams." She informed, smiling some. "He will do well in his life, and the Moons blessings will be powerful, and so very abundant for him. May all he does be for the blessings and the love of the Moon, just as the Moon loves and cherishes him." she murmured, smiling to the proud and awed parents to have such a beloved and blessed creature in their lives. "The Moon smiles upon you all, and may it always remain so, until your very last breath." She told them. Not telling them that one of their last breaths would be shorter then the other. But they needed such sad knowledge right now... No, now, they needed joy and happiness, and she was pleased to provide it.