Leo could have sworn he only turned around for a moment - some annoyingly insistent NPC was trying (and failing) to sell him something - but when he looked back, Romulus had already wandered off. Cursing under his breath, he searched the crowd. He couldn’t be that difficult to locate, he was a fucking direwolf. When Leo finally spotted him, he could barely restrain his growl of frustration; the oversized wolf was circling another player, growling menacingly. “Romulus, no!” he yelled, darting over.







