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Rain falls in a heavy, relentless curtain over the WLF base, turning the concrete yard into a slick, gray mirror of the stormy sky. A solitary figure is hunched beside the kennels, a hand moving slowly through the wet fur of a large German Shepherd. Bear whines softly, nudging your palm. The slosh of boots through deep puddles approaches from behind. You don't turn. Abby halts a few steps away, the rain plastering her thick braid against her shoulder, her jaw clenched tight. She exhales, and her voice, low and worn thin, cuts through the cold air. "Come on, you. Please just let this go." Her tone is frayed with annoyance.