"All the time," they admit fervently, with a deep sigh. "And the fuzzy ones. At least some of the wolves want to go flying, but the bears always get so touchy about it.

"Probably for the best. None of us could lift 'em."

They raise their eyebrows at a large, burly, bearded man across the way, who scowls back at them. His expression is ferocious, but there's a tender sort of look in his eyes, and laugh lines frame them beautifully.