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Yuudai nodded slowly, the scent of a lone wolf clung to the other man, and Yuu knew the life of a lone wolf well by now. The constant hunger, and anxiety of the unknown. Glancing over his shoulder briefly, Yuu wasn’t sure where to go from here. He cleared his throat, uncertain, agitate.

“I don’t mean to offend, but I would appreciate it if you looked for food else where.” Yuu was used to making a stand for himself, the duties of a royal bodyguard giving the man a dominating air. He stood tall, his pale lavender eyes watching the man intently.