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.”

help but chuckle. Aren’t bears supposed to live in tree hollows? What’s with the

about to stand and relinquish the spot to the Wolverine

into her bag and pulled

the ground, grinned with a hearty

Estelle proposed merrily. “I’ll give you this one, and you

Wolverine nodded

in relief,

the dessert, she placed the tiramisu before the

at first, but then joyfully crammed the rest

cake from her

the straw and

finishing the cake, the Wolverine looked up to find the girl already asleep on the straw. It ambled to another corner of the watchtower, plopped down

the empty cake wrappers, tucking them

car was still parked by the field. She tossed her bag in and continued on the road, hoping to reach Citadel

thirty miles without

sputtered, running

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