slaughte:

              he cant help the smile that cuts into his cheeks.

                             even if he didn’t have telepathy, the nature of this wolf would tell him —- hes human. (and massive.) 

              charles offers his hand, open, friendly. 

           <sub>" You’re short. “
         ” But that’s okay. “
              ” I am too.“ 

                                            Seth approached with little skepticism.</sub>

            _{To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved—and somehow, he trusted the stranger enough to approach with only scant amounts of caution. How very strange it was, that he gave this man, ’ Charles ’ , such nobility, without even having heard his name. The man hadn’t seemed frightened–and for the most part, the pack was meant to evade the public eye.}