Perfectly unaware that he was not helping the wearied wolf's mood with the utter buoyancy of his own, Satoru bobbed his head several times in response and happily led the male right over. Noticeably he kept the pace slower, still panting slightly; boy could this guy jog! It made him aware that he had to start working out a tad. "Here we are!" the young wolf said after a small time of walking, barely within the fringes of the trees by the time the specific one was spotted, rooted to the spot and looking just as was described. "I think it's big enough for ya, sir." Satoru wondered is the aged, smooth wood could still take the full weight of an adult.
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