Narrator: (The wolf silently slipped into the cottage he shared with his boyfriend, Ashton. He had just gotten back from a little "wellness check" on Puss in Boots to make sure the Gato was not living his last life frivolously. He swore his sickles would slice the cat's neck if he went back to his old ways. He pulled his hood down and unclipped his sickles from his belt. He placed them on the table and sniffed the air)

Muerto's POV: (I could smell my mate) Mmm... Mi Vida... I'm home...