Duck Lake Secrets are bound to come out.

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Raziel enjoyed the touch of her tongue against his fur, he was one of those wolves who craved physical affection but was afraid to have it. Beaten, hurt, pain was all he knew from physical affection since he was young, and so he had never learnt to enjoy it but to fear it. But now, with no insane wolves chasing after him, he was able to enjoy the little things in life, and to finally accept that not everything was here to hurt him. It was quite enjoyable and the young Roman liked it. But it would not last, peace did not last forever, war was inevitable after all.

Then a familiar voice called his name and Scarlett. "Scarlett! This is a gigantic coincidence." The Roman leaped to his paws, vibrant teal eyes gleaming with excitement, a bright smile on his usually stoic features. Crëyr! he said, utterly clueless to what Scarlett might think about this. Raz bumped his shoulder against hers in greeting, How's my little brother? he asked with a tilt of his head, moving back to sit next to Scarlett. Her Alpha is my little brother, he explained to the red eyed female, delivering a affectionate lick to her cheek as he did so.