All of the wolves were beautiful. Topher couldn’t stop starring at them all, trying to recognize who was who but of course he found that difficult considering this was the first time he had seen them in their wolf forms. But Zeke on the other hand was easy for Topher to notice, he was so large, his coat distinguishable from the others and his eyes just expressed Zeke perfectly.
After half an hour had passed, Topher felt his jaw ache from smiling so damn much. His hands softened in Zeke’s fur when he laid down, very gently moving so that he was laying beside his wolf on the grass, his arms still wrapped around him although he couldn’t reach all the way around. Zeke was just way too big as a wolf.
“That was incredible Zeke.” Topher grinned and let out a soft giggle before resting his head back onto his soft fur. “Where’s the direction of where we’re camping?” He then whispered while playing with Zeke’s fur with his hands fascinatingly before then saying one more thing. “You’re amazing by the way…..just, wanted to say that.” Topher mumbled softly with a gentle smile.
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~Ernest Gaines
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