[ Oh. Gabe hesitates for a moment, uncertain of the sudden closeness. Usually he's long gone by this point in his hookups, got his clothes back on and booked it for better company. Hell's been doing a number on him there. But human beings are social creatures. This wolf shit, this animal shit, it's got a point. People don't do well in isolation.
He exhales slowly, reaching out to trace the lines of the wolf's head tattoo on his wrist. ]
You wanna know something ironic? I actually am a Wolf. Not literally. 's the name of the unit I ran with.
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He exhales slowly, reaching out to trace the lines of the wolf's head tattoo on his wrist. ]
You wanna know something ironic? I actually am a Wolf. Not literally. 's the name of the unit I ran with.