Huffing out a sigh, Ray tucked the gun away and took off after Diefenbaker at a rather unleisurely jog.
"Why am I always the one that has to run?" He muttered to himself. The frustration was brief though and quickly overshadowed by his escalating relief at being home. Finally.
He followed the sound of barking, calling out the wolf's name again in between puffs and pants.
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