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Leto walked through Freeze City with a pleased smile, taking in the scent of the humans as though it were a drug. Nothing was better than a human town, populated with people and their belongings, filled to the brim with memories of their actions and lives. This was a place where humans were born, where they took their first steps and their first words, and it was their coffin, a place where they laid their dead and wished them a good luck on their journey to the underworld. What could be better than this? What could be better than just watching them interact? Survive? Live?

He walked amongst them as though he were a human himself, his hands in his pockets, his face buried in his scarf, and his eyes wandering the city with a mind of their own. Every shiny object, every interesting sight, he took it all in, engraving it into his mind at least temporarily. To Leto's left were a group of homeless people, huddled around a large bin that protected a fire; they paid him no attention, minding their own business, which was how he liked it. Though Leto enjoyed speaking with the humans, it was a better idea to lay low and just observe them. He was, after all, on an important life mission. There were others that did not ignore him and instead, turned their attention to his flaming hair and equally obnoxious eyes, though they knew better than to say a word to a stranger.

None had a clue tell that there was a wolf amongst them; none knew that a legend, a creature from fairy-tales told to little kids who couldn't sleep, roamed their city walls right beside them -- as if he belonged. Leto knew he didn't, of course. How could he ever consider himself a human? He was not stupid enough, not young enough, to fall for his own illusion. The wolf understood full well the differences between him and them, and though he was not as prideful as the rest of his race, he was not ungrateful enough to want to be one of the two-legged, walking with no direction in life. However, he wasn't much different; just like them, he lingered around Mother Earth, not entirely sure what the reason of his existence was. Maybe that was why he loved the human creatures so much -- wolves and humans were a lot more similar than most realized, and maybe that thought intrigued him.

As Leto wandered deeper into the city, he found that there were less and less people walking around that part of town. There was a long fence that blocked off a section, obviously keeping others out -- or where they keeping something in? Keeping something hidden...? Before he could continue his thought process and decide to jump the fence, there was a commotion far to his right. Turning his head, his powerful eyes reached the measly distance with no effort, relaying him the information: two wolves and a dog.

Scratch that -- two wolves and half a dog.

Before even telling his body what to do, Leto instinctively took off running at full speed, his intentions not what others would've thought they'd be. Strong legs stretched and reached for the next yard, pushing his body to the limit; blood rushed through his veins, pumping life and energy to assist him in his goal. He was a young wolf in love with humans, reckless and impulsive. It was only natural that he'd love the possessions of humans as well.

As the brown wolf closed the distance, he aimed to ram into the other wolf that was completely dominating the lone dog. He and her were kin; he knew that. Even though he had never met her before, he felt a bond with her because they were the same, because there weren't many of them left -- but the odd thing was, he felt a stronger bond with the humans, the very same that had eradicated his species, that continued to hunt his kind. He couldn't help but want to stop the attack on the dog, but at the same time, he couldn't very well injure his own, so Leto settled for crashing into the brown wolf, hoping that she'd release her hold on the frail beast to dodge his attack or get hit and cease her onslaught.