"I don't think the wolves can come into town," he says. He leans against the wall and stares at the sky. Why is the moon red? Likely, it reflects a cloud, like how it makes haloes on a foggy night.
His jacket feels too thin. He ought to return to his lodgings, and he might as well bring the twins.
"Come inside with me. Wolves can't open doors, either."
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"I don't think the wolves can come into town," he says. He leans against the wall and stares at the sky. Why is the moon red? Likely, it reflects a cloud, like how it makes haloes on a foggy night.
His jacket feels too thin. He ought to return to his lodgings, and he might as well bring the twins.
"Come inside with me. Wolves can't open doors, either."