Wolf of Stone
I chuckled and nudged her gently, "but wolves are like dogs, aren't they?"
An offended look crossed Bea's face at that and the feeling of wanting to pinch her cute chubby cheeks washed over me.
Bea met my gaze steadily with a serious expression on her face, her lips drawn in a straight line.
I mentally screamed at the adorable sight.
"Bea no dog," she patted her chest proudly, "Bea wolf!"
An infatuated smile tugged at my lips, and I tapped her nose in adoration, "Of course you are. I'm sorry."
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