The man would pay off really high with the humans he looked so pretty. Samuel wouldn't give ehinbtobthe humans he would keep him. The man was what the humans called a model, he had everything that models had. He was sexy as hell.
The man pulled his sweater even closer, looking at Samuel confused.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I—" The dog cut him off, barking angrily.
Fucking beast, Samuel thought to himself.
"Shh, Chow chow," the man said.
The dog listened but never stopped growling angrily at him.
He looked back at Samuel and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm new in the pack and I was trying to get to town and I somehow got lost," Samuel explained his lie.
"You're lost?" the man asked blinking confusedly.
"Yes," Samuel replied.
Was he buying into his story? He certainly was. The people of Novaterra liked when you told them sad stories anyway. They didn't care if it was real or not. They were too nice for their own good.
