One thing that Kiya hadn't noticed while she was babying 'Wolfy' was that while his one head had been occupied snapping onto her arm, the other one had been watching me. She was right, he was a very smart wolf indeed. He and I already had an understanding. For instance, he knew that if he hurt Kiya ... or anyone else in our group, that he was mine... and I wasn't nice. Not when it came to my friends. I made eye contact with Wolfy one more time, purposely slipping my sword back into its sheath at my side. He totally understand, chomping on the candy and playing the gentle 'puppy' as if his life depended on it. I smiled at him, well ... maybe it did.
I looked up, "Kiya do you think that key we found will fit that door?"
