I can't carry this no more.

[Tristan Nakado]

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She seems very nice, he commented, casting a glance towards his sister before heading inside. As the two made their way through the underground route, he continued speaking.
I never said I was old, he said loudly, not looking back. The dark line down his back moved with his motion, each worked muscle showing the hardship of the years. Though not visible in his wolf form, it was now clear that a jagged scar ran alongside his spine. As if unaware of it, he continued speaking.
So how many relatives do we have here? Fatin mentioned a lot of kids.