There's always more sorrow

Harlowes ears perked one good eyes staring at the wolf in front of him. He didnt know why but something about that wolf was unsettling May and he hated that. The spectre though went as far as to stand next to the stranger. "Harlowe is talking to May, May why you standing by mr mean man?" with a lack of respect for personal space Harlowe was inches fr9m Vadims chest.

He gleefully giggled as May passed through Vadim back and forth. So a game was it. "Mr mean man is funny!" Harlowe playfully pawed at the ground. His twisted tail like a rudder wagging in circles. Oblivious to any danger as it were.