“I’m by no means a superstitious man, I mean, with my life, I would believe pretty much anything thrown at me… and tonight is Halloween and there’s already that vibe. But look at that guy over there, beside the maze. I swear there’s something off about him,” he laughed, leaning his weight against a lamppost. “It’s like I can feel it in the air... okay so maybe I am superstitious and Halloween is getting to me,” he joked to the poor person who had stopped beside him. Though for a wolf with his senses, he was usually right about his gut feelings.
“Having fun though? I’ve had a lot of food,” he said, nodding to the corndog in his hand.












