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Kayla broke a small, soft smile and pet Varys's head, her fingers running through his fur. "What'ya been up to..." She mused, seeing blood from likely a meal on his cheek |
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"Who knows, haven't seen him in weeks." Gale mused, inspecting the knife in better lighting. |
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Kayla sat down, watching the wolf curiously |
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Gale pat the wolf, Varys flopping down on his side. |
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Kayla's small smile lingered as she watched the wolf and scratched his head |
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Gale walked over and scratched the wolf's stomach, Varys thumping his tail. |
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"He's basically tame" Kayla teased, waiting for a reaction. She really didn't ean it and knew that he could tear her apart as well as any other wolf could |
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"Pretty much," Gale mused with a chuckle, play fighting with the wolf now. |
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Kayla watched the two boys, her man and his wolf (Dog) |
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Varys tried to jump on Gale but he stuck a arm out, the wolf bouncing off before tackling Gale. "Dude, really?" He asked, the wolf hopping off. |
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