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Around five p.m. that same day, a man and his wolf walked through the serene Stanton Woods. Although the man remained quiet, there was a contented look on his face. After all, it wasn’t every day that a human being got to walk beside a powerfully elegant beast such as his mate. The beast, on the other hand, moved with so much pride and confidence in his graceful gait it was obvious it felt on top of the world.
The two had been walking for about an hour. Upon getting to the big oak tree where they’d begun their walk, both man and beast flopped down in a relaxed mood. The man leaned against the beast and laughed softly when the wolf licked his face.
“Cut it out Captain Biter,” Will murmured. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you took a bite out of my neck.”
‘Oh, he remembers,’ Stan said in a voice dripping with sarcasm inside his wolf. But the wolf remained quiet, its demeanor instantly changing.