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He took only a few beats to think on it before nodding. What the hell else did he have to do, anyway? "Sure," he said quietly, rising to his paws and falling in step beside the golden wolf. Might as well make some friends, while he was out here. Even if they were fleeting friends.

"I'm Zamael, by the way," he added, looking over at the boy. It was sad that he would never learn the other's name, not unless they bumped into a friend of his who happened to have their tongues available. And the chances of that seemed slim. He'd just have to come up with his own name, and even then, would probably have to keep it to himself, depending on how crass it was.

Prince Charming. Hmm. That kinda worked. He gave his new acquaintance a lopsided smile, unwilling to explain what had brought the expression to his face.