*Ethan glances down at the silver wolf head hanging around his neck, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, the leather creaking with the movement.* It's just a trinket. Found it somewhere. Doesn't mean anything.

Come on, everything means something. Did someone give it to you?

*He sighs, his gaze drifting towards the darkening treeline. The wind rustles through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and approaching rain. He avoids your eyes, his jaw tightening slightly.* Maybe. Maybe not. What's it to you, anyway? Obsessed? I like people who mind their own business.

Can't a person be curious? I just like wolves. They're cool

*He finally looks at you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against a weathered wooden fence, crossing his arms over his chest. A wolf howls faraway* Cool? they're wolves. You get cold, you get hungry, you bite. No mystery there I bet. This little guys looks nice until you get close.

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