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.”

tree hollows? What’s with the straw

stand and relinquish the spot to the Wolverine when

twinkling eye, Estelle reached into her bag and pulled out a slice of

on the ground,

let’s make a deal,” Estelle proposed merrily. “I’ll give you this one,

nodded in

relief, amused by its

she placed the

but then joyfully crammed

its delight, Estelle unwrapped a cream cake from her

straw and

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

as dawn faintly brightened the sky, Estelle woke to find the Wolverine gone. Stretching languidly, she collected her water bottle and the empty cake wrappers, tucking them into her bag. Then, she left another slice of cake by the straw as a thank you and tidied

still parked by the field. She tossed her bag in

thirty miles without sighting a gas station,

sputtered, running on fumes, and

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