My Second Home

The stranger would smile at him gently, eyes calm and inviting as Psalm entered his personal space. Still he would hold no fear of wolves that he did not know, but he would be reassured this time by the familiar scent upon him. Threar was what it was, and Psalm knew it rather well. He?d been practicing scents with momma. Words would follow the welcome, and he would be introduced as Felician, the tiny boy would smile at him and suddenly look at the ground, his feet stoping as he circled the man?s legs saying his name rather loudly. ??Lician, ?Lician!? but another question would follow, who was he? ?Am ?Slam.? He?d say with odd pride as he mispronounced his name. Focus would remain on the older Destruction as another question would come after that. What did his mother look like? ?Mommy Novel or Mommy Ara?? His voice would ring out in question, it was very needed information to decide.

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