A white furry ball stuck out its tongue, waggled its tail, and ran over to rub against Christine's calf.
"Freak, it turns out to be you. When did you come?"
Christine knelt down and stroked the little wolf's soft, white fur. The small wolf closed its eyes and hummed with pleasure as if it was having a good time.
Suddenly, Christine's phone rang. It was a message from Ryon. "Are you fond of the little wolf?"
Ryon was concerned that she would be lonely in the manor, so he brought the little wolf home from the camp.
Christine replied with a sweet smile, "Well, the pet is much more pleasing than you."
After a long while, Ryon did not text Christine back, making her a little disappointed. She guessed he was upset. He called her as she was debating whether to send him a message of comfort.
