章節 943: Still Alive 

⟬ Somewhere... far away... maybe? ⟭ 

A handsome grey wolf approached a sparkling pool of water for a drink. 

He stretched his body in view of his reflection, admiring his handsome grey pelt-- which was very much like that of a real wolf. 

Tres Leches was not *technically* a real wolf. 

Real wolves had little to no metal in or outside their bodies. 

If anything, Tres was originally reluctant to think of himself as a *fake* wolf. At that time, he wanted to embrace his dark iron heritage. 

However, he realized how nice it was to have a luxurious pelt... 

--also, how nice baths were. 

Therefore, thoughts of 'real' and 'fake' wasn't so important. 

The benefits of being fluffy and clean largely outshone any benefits of being... sharp and edgy?

--metal-y and polished? 

Tres Leches whet his thirst in the pool. Real wolves drank water because they would die without it.