After what seemed to be a recess which I dedicated in memory of my late parents, I made it to George High School.

The most amazing moment was when students gathered around me to welcome me back to school. They clamored on end.

“Wolf artist returns! Wolf artist returns!”

I blushed and felt this cloud of guilt hover around me each time I wondered if they knew who I was now, and the wolf groaning in me.

“Heh did you capture the Caritas wolf war in your drawing?” a student asked tauntingly.

Others burst into a chuckle, while a few choked back laughter

“I thought it was your collection of...