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The wolf felt unbearably satisfied. Cool air brushed against his face as he walked. His hearing picked up rabbits moving through brush, distant windmills creaking, and the rustling of leaves tumbling across empty roads.

  Then the familiar scent reached him. Sweet potatoes, cinnamon, fresh earth, Olivia. His wolf immediately … The wolf felt unbearably satisfied. Cool air brushed against his face as he walked. His hearing picked up rabbits moving through brush, distant windmills creaking, and the rustling of leaves tumbling across empty roads.Read more