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.”

to live in tree hollows? What’s

the spot to the Wolverine when she noticed it eyeing a sandwich wrapper on the

reached into her bag and pulled out

the ground, grinned

“I’ll give you this one, and you let

nodded in

in relief, amused by its

she placed the tiramisu

joyfully crammed the rest

cream cake from her stash and

the straw

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

her water bottle and the empty cake wrappers, tucking

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

without sighting a

car sputtered, running on fumes,

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