He smiled at the thought of her and her father. They taught him how to hunt and survive, she ended up doing the most insane shit. She taught him how to be a watchdog too.

He looked around his surroundings and noticed that surprisingly, after many years, the house is still in tact. He then noticed the group was watching him. He then grew irritated.

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"What? Can't I have moment in my old home for once?" He barked.

The timberwolf known as Scratch looked at him curiously. "Who owned you?"

Mica sighed. "Her name was Evelynne."