as I saw him pass, I smiled, drinking his scent and admiring how he walked. I don't know that person. I don't know his name. what's his name? "xavier, over here." the short, blonde boy called to him on the mental bench. xavier-his name was xavier. what a strange human name. in all my years of age, I have never heard of it. it was so very rare if a wolf had been named xavier. then again, I was the only wolf at that school. . .