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Not wanting Brayden to become more agitated than what he already was, Leo slowly climbed out of bed and, with the comforter wrapped around him, slowly made his way to the closet. He only moved slowly so as to not...well, he wasn't exactly sure why but he did anyhow.

"Not that I'm aware of, no," Leo said as he dropped the comforter on the floor once he reached the closet and began searching through Brayden's clothing, eventually picking out underwear, socks, a shirt, pants and a pair of shoes and put on.As he exited the closet with the clothes on, he picked up the comforter and placed back on the bed. "I'm a failure because....because....well, because I don't like to shoot animals that are the ancestors of the animals we call our pets: wolves and big, wild cats. Reminds me too much of their domesticated cousins."

Leo sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed cross legged.

"I think my Uncle was lying when he said I only shot a deer," Leo said quietly. "I think I shot a wolf."