"I know what it's like to lose someone..." the wolf looked up at Gabriel as if it was really listening to him; he continued. "My parents died a few years ago, just talking about them makes me sad." The wolf looked back down at what was once, and probably was, his owner.

Gabriel looked at him. "Everyone in my town don't keep wolves as pets, but she must've been brave, she must've had the true heart to take you under her wing." The wolf put its head on its paws.

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"I'm sorry, but I need to continue my work, she wouldn't want vultures eating her too." Gabriel then told him.

The wolf looked back up at him, it watched him place the twigs and branches in the center of the open grave.

Before he lit a fire, he jumped down next to her corpse and held her bony hand.

"You must've been a really good person to this wolf. You seemed to have been a LOVELY person." He sighed. "I wish I would've met you when you were alive." He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy come from within him, it spread down his arm to the tips of his fingers, where it touched the dead woman's hand.

What was THAT?