This was an ordinary day in early September, and there hadn't been any more violent animal attacks for over half a month. It seemed the wolf disaster was thoroughly over.
Life in Wolf Town was gradually returning to normal, but in some ways, it would never be able to return to its original course.
Winters had been in office for over a month, and he had gradually become familiar with and adapted to life in Wolf Town.
The days here were bland and quiet, and the people around him were all very friendly. Before he knew it, his "salted fish" attributes had stealthily awakened, and he began to entertain the idea: perhaps settling down in this quiet little town wasn't a bad choice.
That afternoon, after leaving the carpenter's house, Winters went straight back to the town hall.
Pushing the door open, Panveche was still hunched over his table, writing and calculating as always. Nodding in greeting, Winters walked into the office.