“You could get yourself into a lot of trouble, Mr Buckley.” The customs agent warned, tapping his pen. Vic resisted the urge to snarl at it. “Wolf of your age, position of power. A position you were eager to attain…”
Rolling his eyes, Vic shrugged. “I know I can do good here. I can follow human orders - I’ve done it before. I know my place inside of these walls.”
The man nodded, apparently satisfied with what appeared to be a humble, submissive wolf.
“Very well,” he replied, stamping the papers and handing them over. “Welcome to Porter City, Chief.”
Rolling his eyes, Vic shrugged. “I know I can do good here. I can follow human orders - I’ve done it before. I know my place inside of these walls.”
The man nodded, apparently satisfied with what appeared to be a humble, submissive wolf.
“Very well,” he replied, stamping the papers and handing them over. “Welcome to Porter City, Chief.”
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