[JUNGWOO]
It was all too familiar.
The sight before him was one he could have sworn looked a little too good like his. He had never been one to do at-first-sight things, but here and now, he was finding it really hard not to think of the wolf before him as a female wolf.
He knew that there was only one other person like that and for the love of the goddess, he hoped that it was who he was thinking of. But did ghosts really exist in Obren?
Jungwoo just stood there watching with his jaw on the ground.
Of course, he had imagined that it was all in his head, but the rich black fur that was staring at him, the muzzle he was all too familiar with, the rosy scent that he had gotten from his mother, the slow whimpers, the defeated breaths.
