Tales of Viveria – The growling couple
It was the big day, as an empty house sat before a large wolf and a message carrier, a house they would call theirs. The man clung dearly to the wolf’s arm as they went inside, the interior was dusty and worn, age clinging to every square inch of the house. Yet the man looked around in awe. “I could imagine setting up some vases right over here with trumpet flowers, and over here we could find some ebon wood to replace these boards and-” the man ran back and forth, filling the house with potential ideas as the wolf of a man could only stand to watch him go. “-and right here we could even get a comfortable chair that could fit the two of us.” The wolf stopped him by placing a hand …