I met Joe. Joe ran the gas station almost all the time. He was an elder, lost his wife to a rogue wolf and had a daughter. Joe was sweet and he welcomed me with open arms.

"How'd you break your hand lass?". He asked.

"Funny story". I grinned. I felt extremely relaxed around him. He was the first one that didn't make me feel like an outsider.

We were currently sat behind the cash register drinking coffee. He had yet to teach me anything but I was okay with that.

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