Normally, he would just ride past.

Normally, he would just ride past. The gray-furred wolf brought his hand up the side of his face and rubbed over his muzzle with a deep sigh. Today he felt drawn to walk down this old driveway, unsure as to why he chose to do so, but walk he does....

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