She made me laugh, as always.
When I closed my eyes, that Johanna from the first time appeared in my memories. Pressed against the closed door of her house when she came back from town and found me awake and standing. She was barely breathing.
Yes, I suppose it must have been a very impressive sight to have a two-meter-tall white werewolf standing in front of you, holding a baby in his large, furry arms.
In fact, I was quite impressed by her too.
She was neither very tall nor very short (perhaps she reached my chest, but I am very tall), neither very thin nor very full-figured, neither very beautiful but not lacking beauty either. At first glance she was an interesting average of a person.
The haircut wasn’t terrifying at all.
Black hair gathered in a long, frayed braid, and large gr
