Creeping from the shadows he emerged, with his huge tail dragging along the path. He cautiously looked around and kept walking aimlessly again. He felt a movement and instantly turned his head only to find an empty alley and his rodent friends scurrying along and waving a hesitant 'hi’ and 'bye'. He thought to himself, that this wasn’t the first time he felt someone was watching him ....but who could it be? No one knew that he was alive and in the city now; instead they believed that he died a hero’s death fighting the wolves and not become one……
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