How awfully noce of you to grace us with your belated pressence i bow mockingly as a gust of wind takes your scent to me and i barely can contain my Wolf not to howl, instead i whisper Mate... i see you aporoach as you answer im deeply sorry, my flight was deleyed and i send a mail to the office, i guess they didn't forward it to you, Sir. i ran the way here, so i've warmed up plenty, ready to sta... your eyes go wide as i asume you sniffed my scent, as i shout four rounds for tardyness m!
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