#wulvers

The room was safe. Wrapped up in a soothing temperature and the soft sound of genlte and steady raising and lowering of a chest meaning it was safe. The hound dog's breathing was deep and sleepy, a growl at the tail end of the exhale. The fire was small but kept the warmth going.

A flicker of paper being flipped Pages being turned slow and meaningful to someone read the book surrounded by warmth both from the fur and the fire was comforting peaceful and there were several times where the reader had to shake their head in order to keep awake the gentle rumbling coming from the hound dog was not helping either.

The dog keeps a eye open but the one that was harder to see is he partially fained sleep I always keeping one eye open on that door. His head turns and moved to the reader's side. "Oh hello dorian." He wags his tail from the caress along his snout.

This is good. This is real. The collar have been swapped out for a harness allowing for more comfortability. Dorian always kept to the homeowner. He had wandered off with his brother once they had both been realized but he quickly returned home knowing that Keith was dead better than a doorknob once again and after reveling and celebrating at several bars he quickly returned home back to his position back to his family Ed

Everyone kept in contact with Moxie through letters emails videos and photos when some capacity.

Nos they all lived their own lives no longer being Tethered to this house or to the other world though they still were other folk but this home was still his protect and guard even if it looked wildly different now.

Eddie was off with volt, in the city of the main land. They would come home soon. Lux is out still gaining worldly experience right now with barry.

He moves closer to moxie who giggles and pats the dog's side. "Good dog." This makes his tail wag harder. She stops to looks at the metal rings on the harness "when do you want go out?"

Dorian snorts before resettling down and moxie smiles. "Okay. We will go on a walk in the morning." She soaks the fire softly before returning to a book.

Dorian only settled himself further when he heard the pages being flipped slowly the sound of her finger running along the paper as she read each line she looked older now but she wasn't any different she still had every scar stretch mark and Freckle. he adored all of those imperfections and blemishes.

now moxie has extra crow's feet in the corners of her eyes and smile lines where her toothy grins were shared with others.

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WULVERS