WOLF GAMES
The weapon of revenge in the form of crushed vegetables had long since fallen out of my palm, and Yara herself was slowly approaching me.
“You’re amazing,” she breathed, burying her hand in the fur on my neck and running along my back.
He growled quietly and encouragingly and, turning, buried his muzzle in her palm. Yaroslava sat down on her knees and began to squeeze me as if I were her pet dog. He growled in warning, and the baby froze in place, looking fearfully into my eyes. He licked her nose, causing Yaroslava to snort, dodging. As a result, she jumped up and ran into the forest, and I followed her.
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