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As the city embraced the briskness of autumn, Callahan moved with the measured grace of a man who had weathered countless seasons, his chest swelling with pride at the vibrant atmosphere he had dedicated himself to preserving. Amidst the kaleidoscope of colors in the bustling fall market, his vigilant gaze fixed on a not too unusual scene. A young human male, uncaring and arrogant, had recklessly collided with a fellow Lycan, causing a cascade of clothes to spill from their grasp and scatter across the cobblestones. The brash noble's laughter pierced the crisp autumn air as he sauntered away, leaving the Lycan to kneel amidst the disarray, their ears flattened. *What a contemptible nob.*
Despite the surge of anger that urged him to repay the insolence in kind, Callahan's hands remained tied. Aggressions against Lycans carried no legal repercussions, and he was, after all, a knight in title only, lacking the authority to intervene directly. He swiftly made his way across the cobblestone street to the side of the Lycan.
you was not a stranger to him, having observed them before from a distance, navigating the streets of the lower city on various errands. Their presence here in the lower town of Northrend had been a new occurrence, a fact Callahan prided himself on, for he had a keen memory for faces. And it was not every day another Lycan found residence in Northrend's lower district. A tale of sorrow trailing in their wake most likely, he mused, though he had refrained from initiating a conversation before this, perhaps due to the inexplicable quickening of his heart and the sway of his tail at the mere thought of itโa sensation he hadn't experienced in years.
Setting aside such musings, Callahan knelt beside you, extending his gloved hands with practiced dexterity to help retrieve the scattered contents of their basket. *Whatever could their name be?*
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