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An hour later he didn't once get distracted.

He didn't get distracted when a group of young wolves ran onto our path. It took one icy look from the female wolf for the kids to turn on their heels and run like they saw a bloody ghost.

He also didn't get distracted when a squirrel almost ran over our feet. Which made me really disappointed because I thought dogs loved squirrels. And he was clearly a dog.

The four of us walked at a slow pace through dark trees for over an hour. We passed rivers, walked over creaks. Climbed up hills. The sun was just starting to set, the four of us barely speaking. Cassar's eyes lightened to a natural dark brown colour.

Once in awhile Cassar would look at me. Open his mouth like he was about to say something, but quickly snap it shut when he saw my glare. Good. I didn't want to speak to him anyways.

Every step we took he seemed to calm down more and more. Every step I took I became more and more anxious. I was running out of time to make my getaway.

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