“I’m by no means a superstitious man, I mean, with my life, I would believe pretty much anything thrown at me... but I swear there’s something off about that man sat over there,” he laughed, leaning his weight against the wooden bench. “It’s like I can feel it in the air,” he joked to the poor person who had stopped in front of him. Though for a wolf with his senses, he was usually right about his gut feelings.















