Under the Wolf’s Gaze
"One, two…three."
They tossed the coins in the discuss, both calling out, "Heads!" They looked at each other and smiled.
Heather's coin, tossed not very as tall as Brock's and unbeknownst to them, delayed in mid-air. It appeared to falter, considering, at that point exceptionally purposely it turned to confront the other way some time recently falling back towards the ground.
They both looked back up fair in time to capture their particular coins. Slapping them onto the backs of their inverse hands in harmony, Brock gulped nervously.
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