Alexander Johnson: Origins
Alexander Johnson: December 25, 2002 “Found you Cayden! ” Young Alex giggled, his hand holding the thin, tree trunk. The wolf barking with glee, his white-grey tail wagging with anticipation of another game they’re going to play. He ran around Alex, his paws burying deep within the thick snow. “Awoooo!” “Want to play hide and seek again?” Alex giddily asked. Cayden barked, almost as if saying yes as it hopped around. “Okay, okay, it’s my turn to hide!” Cayden turned around, closing his eyes. His ears wiggling trying to hear Alex’s trudging in his small, winter boots. Prowling around the area, his nose twitched incessantly. Eyes narrowing, gazing from afar as his head swung around in every direction. He lurked through the white forest, like a predator searching for his pr
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