"Where are you going?" Sabine wore that look on her incisive face that demanded he'd better tell her. If he thought he would leave her behind, he needed to think again.

"I thought I told you," Ezra deferred, making ready to head out of the rooms they'd been assigned here at the itinerate Rebel base established on Lothal.

"You might've, but more likely you neglected to tell me because you thought I wouldn't want to go with you."

She was half right, he thought, smiling to himself. He could've mentioned his intention to seek out the Loth-Wolves, the white one in particular. The animal trusted him, and had earned Ezra's trust. "I'm going in search of the wolves. The white wolf communes with me, and I with him. He's really something else."

"You and those wolves," Sabine half-scoffed, seeing how taken her husband was with them. "I know you trust them..."

"And you don't," Ezra was quick to implant, fully aware of the distrust she gave off.

"I'm not sure how I feel about them."

He quickly pointed out, "They've done nothing but help us. Every time. Expecting nothing in return. If it hadn't been for them, the Empire would've finished us. It's becoming apparent, to me, anyway, that the wildlife here want to work with us to get the Empire out of here. How cute and loveable are those Loth-cats. They've adopted us."

Although Sabine looked pessimistic, her voice carried hope. "Do you really believe that? About those cats? And those...those wolves?" The fine hairs on the back of her neck prickled as they rose.

Adamantly, Ezra insisted, with his face a mirror of conviction, "They're not merely predators, Sab. I can feel their willingness to help us in our fight. They earned a bad rep with early settlers, and farmers, but I don't sense any malice when I'm with them."

She had fallen in step with him, and was disinclined to discourage him. After all, with the way this rebellion was going, they needed all the help they could get. They shared a smile, non-verbally agreeing that there was merit in seeking out the wolves. On the way to the last place the shadowy creatures had made contact with them, Ezra shared a bit more of what little he knew about them.

"They were thought to be extinct for more than a hundred years. Then, one day on a scouting mission, I saw one. I couldn't believe my eyes, but there one was, in that windy field, acting as though he wanted me to see him. That same wolf rescued us from Imperial forces. The rescue you slept through."

Sabine spoke up, remembering things more clearly now. "He said my name and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in the safety of our family."

"They're not known for speaking much, if at all, but when they decide to, it means something."

Sabine, about to comment on that, fell utterly silent.

"What?" Ezra prompted, eyeing her as though she'd lost the ability to react.

"They're here..." she breathlessly whispered, stepping around from the speeder and cozying up to him.

"Where?" he prompted, amazed he saw nothing.

"Right here. The white wolf...and two others. No, wait, those two have turned to run away. Only the white wolf remains."

"Then why can't I see him?" Ezra whined, sounding as if he'd reverted back to the kid who used to run willy-nilly through the streets of his village. His irritation grew as he noticed Sabine speaking to what appeared to be thin air. "Hey, I'm the Force wielder here..."

Nodding, Sabine shot him a knowing look and said, "No argument there. Our friend here..." She cast her eyes in the invisible to Ezra's eyes wolf's direction with a broad smile adorning her face. "Is on our side." She took Ezra by his upper arm with both hands and rested her chin atop his shoulder. "He says that Caleb Dume will never steer us wrong, and our friend here respects you and the decision you made to marry...me!" Under her breath, she concurred, "I completely agree." She gave Ezra's cheek a jaunty peck, smiling even wider.

The mysterious wolf regarded the couple solemnly. He opened his mouth.

She was about to say more, but kept silent, plainly intent on listening to more of what the wolf had to say. She broke into another heartfelt grin. "Guess what?" she directed to Ezra.

Feeling very much left out of things, he moodily replied, "What?"

"He wants me to study their depictions on the cave walls, and use them, because he knows I'm an artist, on as many Rebel machinery, weapons and equipment as I can."

"What I said about them not talking much...like Kanan says, there're exceptions to every rule."

Sabine raised her hand to wave farewell to the departing Loth-wolf, and as she did so, she remarked, "Oh, and he told me to tell you: He's had his eye on you since you were little. He wants you to know that the Force will be with you always."

"Good to know," Ezra piped up, looking all shades of bemused. "Wonder why he didn't tell me that himself."

Schooling her facial expression to remain neutral, Sabine retorted, "He said you need to listen to me more too."

Shaking his head, Ezra's pout gave way to a sincere, good-natured moue of contentment. "Are you sure you didn't add that last part?"

"Ha! I did not! For a wolf, he's extremely intelligent."

"Well, Sabi, he is a Loth-wolf, after all. What would you expect? Even our wildlife is exceptional...like me."

Wreathing his neck with her arms, Sabine sweetly said, "You are wild, that's for sure."

"Is that a complaint?"

Sealing her answer with a kiss, hard upon his lips, she said against them, "No!"