And so it begun. Whatever supplies Jin had brought with him would emerge one by one. Ahn-Bo would accept whatever they were if it helped his friend feel like he was doing something about the situation. There was nothing to be done; the events of the last full moon had proven it. There was no fixing this or returning to normal

This would be the last time they would see each other. He should have been kinder, more affectionate, and more like his old self so that Jin’s final memory of him was one of fondness. But he just… couldn’t.

The bar of soap was pressed into his hand. He held on to it, if only to appease Jin. Forcing himself to trudge through the steps of bathing was daunting—and frankly, Ahn-Bo was uninterested. It didn’t take long for Jin to tug him toward the stream himself. Dutifully, the wolf clutched the bar of soap in his hand, careful not to drop it in the muddy bank of the stream.