A statuesque Wolverine, standing there, gazed at Estelle with a pair of bewildered eyes.

Rising to her feet, Estelle gripped a knife in her hand, locking gaze with the Wolverine in the darkness. Her expression was serene, a silent pact that as long as the Wolverine didn’t provoke her, she wouldn’t harm it either.

Sensing no ill intent from Estelle, the Wolverine let out a grunt and settled itself onto the ground.

Estelle followed suit and sat down.

In the darkness, human and beast sat facing each other.

The Wolverine kept its eyes on Estelle, looking somewhat displeased, yet it didn’t attack.

Estelle felt something was amiss, her mind raced, and then it clicked. She pointed at the straw on the ground and asked, “Is this yours?”

After a pause, she added, “Do you understand me? If not, we can converse in another language.”

It seemed the Wolverine got the gist as it snorted through its nose in a gesture that felt like it was saying, “You finally get it.”

in tree hollows? What’s with the straw

to stand and relinquish the spot to the Wolverine when she

and pulled out a slice of it, offering

the ground, grinned

deal,” Estelle proposed merrily. “I’ll give you this one, and you let me crash

Wolverine nodded in

relief, amused by its

dessert, she placed the tiramisu before the

but then joyfully crammed the rest into

cake from her stash and offered it

into the straw and

asleep on the straw. It ambled to another corner of the watchtower, plopped down on

her water bottle and the empty cake wrappers, tucking them

her bag in and continued on the road, hoping to reach

had driven thirty miles without sighting a gas station,

sputtered, running on fumes,

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