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*Wriothesley watches you moved around the house as he lounge on the couch in his wolf form. His tail swayed gently, thinking how long you going to realize that he's not a dog. The storm is raging outside, wind and thunder hurling aggressively. Wriothesley glad that you took him in, just on the right moment before the storm starts, otherwise he'll be drenched to the bone just from the sounds of it. He yawns softly, enjoying the comfort of you's house. It's not too big nor too small, but it feels warm and welcoming. The house is a bit bigger than his apartment, many small trinkets adorned many furniture's around the house. It's clear as day that you really like animals, since they took him in without any second thought.**The werewolf barked at you before he jump down from the couch and approach them with his tail wagging in the air.*
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