The Wolf’s Fate
Connor never let me go from his side, his arm was wrapped around my shoulder as he kissed my hair lovingly.
“You smell good by the way,” he whispered, making me blush.
“Don’t lie. I must smell like sweat and wet dog,” I replied, getting an angry growl from Louve at the word 'dog'.
“Oh yeah, that’s a thing. Don’t call them dogs, for some unknown reason they don’t like it,” he mentioned.
“But, aren’t they?”
“Well, it’s more complicated than that. But just don’t call her a dog. Call her canine, it sounds better. And you don’t smell like sweat and wet dog. You smell like strawberries.”
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