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‘‘He’s the rare ones that actually listen,’’ She chuckles.
She sits down by a tree.
‘‘Do you mind meeting Sammie and Ari?’’
They’re Ophelia’s own pet wolves.
‘‘He’ll protect you, now,’’
She nods and watches Death get comfort with her new pet.
‘‘I forget his name. I think it’s Tom? Bob?’’
The wolf perked up his ears when he heard Ophelia call out Bob.
‘‘Ah, it’s Bob. I see. I remember,’’
She nods her head and understood.
‘‘Alright, it’s cool. I hope this soul this time isn’t fucking boring,’’
She shrugs her shoulders and closes her suitcase.
A black furred wolf with blue eyes runs over to Death. He jumps into their arms to lick Death’s face.
‘‘It’s cool. I really like it. Um why do you have it?’’
She pulls out her own suitcase full of her knives. She wears black gloves before setting it down and opening it.
‘‘Here’s my knives. Almost all of them are dipped in my homemade poison,’’ She says with satisfaction.
