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Hearing the wolf move closer, Ches’s lip raised in anger. 

He wouldn’t leave his den. He didn’t leave his den. Only when no one was around, to relieve himself if required. Not for his mother. Not for anyone. He did not want to be perceived like this. Not with a permanent tear stain where his smokey eye dripped incessantly. Not tarnished the way he had been. 

”I said leave the food.”