Pick Your Reflection Well

“It doesn’t suit you,” the ranger says, looking up from where he’s laying the fire. The damn mutt doesn’t seem to register the look of disgust he directs its way.

 

“It’s an animal. It does what I tell it to. Suits me just fine.” I wave away the complaint without shifting off the spread out bedroll.

 

“It’s rough, damaged. The low wolf,” he answers as though I didn’t know all that already. I do actually pay attention sometimes, contrary to popular belief. “It’s like hanging a sign tellin’ people to take advantage of you.”

 

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