This was strange. Wesley didn't say that about much anymore, but it was very strange -- talking to some guy he didn't know about a new girlfriend he thought he'd never have. Life had a funny way of going about things.
The Wendigo scratched the back of his head with long claws, looking a hint uncomfortable as he thought about the question. "She likes wolves. She don't like shiny things or nothing -- kind of a wild girl. Outdoorsy type."
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