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 bedding? And here she was, unwittingly squatting

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

reached into her bag and pulled out a slice of

ground,

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

nodded

in relief, amused by its

dessert, she placed

at first, but then joyfully crammed the

unwrapped a cream cake from

nestled into the straw and

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

gone. Stretching languidly, she collected her water bottle and the empty cake wrappers, tucking them into

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

miles without sighting a gas station,

her car sputtered, running on fumes,

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