saturday at nine
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     The cigarette left a white-gray trail in the air, hanging idly from Gabriel’s right hand. It had been a long while since he had smoked, but the desire was familiar and necessary. He only smoked occasionally, doing so when the opportunity was available. Corona had picked up the habit, which was where he had gotten this one from. Smoke coursed through his throat and expanded his lungs, and was pushed out in a motion as mechanical as any. The wind turned, and he was surprised to find an unfamiliar scent coming his way. Well, not exactly unfamiliar.
     Finishing off the tobacco, the doggish male made his way closer to the scent. Gabriel paused once he spotted the wolf. It was not out of anything less then surprise; scarred and ruined as he was. Frowning slightly, Gabriel approached and realized why the scent was so familiar; Zana had been carrying the same scent when she had arrived. Wonderful. “Do you need something?”



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