Rosa glanced at him. “Is that what you were doing out here? Running away from responsibilities?” she asked, her brow arching in curiosity.
He chuckled. “No, not really.” He shrugged. “I was hunting.” He said. “Took a wrong turn. Ended up in a ditch instead of with a deer.” He chuckled, feeling ashamed. It was embarrassing.
She smirked. “Smooth.”
They walked in silence again, the woods slowly coming to an end, revealing a small, narrow stream with glistening waters.
Ethan decided to lower himself down by the bank, breathing heavily. His leg was still hurting.
“Let me check it again,” Rosa offered, kneeling beside him.
“You know,” he said as she examined his bandage, “You’re very… mysterious. Not like the other wolves I’ve met.” He added.
“That’s because I’m not like the others.” She
