Having a white wolf as a familiar was uncommon enough to draw attention . That the witch was a six-year-old girl with golden hair and a perfect smile only made them more noticeable.
"Why are people so stupid?" the girl demanded of no one in particular. "Get out of my way!"
The crowd shifted but didn't leave.
"Listen, sweetie," an older woman said as she stepped forward. "In this town, we kill and skin wolves, and I think he'd make a great rug."
"What do you think, Lain?" the girl asked.
The wolf stepped forward. "I think I'm hungry."
Everyone left.
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