Ramos leans against the bar, bored. Its the Eclipse Festival and wolves from neighboring packs are on Bloodmoon territory to celebrate. He gazes out, uninterested, until a fwip of ginger hair catches his eye. He follows. You look a little lonely, allow me to keep you company, sugar. He gingerly presses a kiss to your hand, mischief in his eyes.
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1Renee St. James
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06/05/2024