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.”

Aren’t bears supposed to live in tree hollows? What’s with the

and relinquish the spot to the Wolverine when she noticed it eyeing

and pulled out a slice of it, offering it

ground, grinned with a

you this one, and you let me crash

nodded

sighed in relief, amused

the dessert, she placed the tiramisu before

then joyfully crammed the rest into its mouth, chewing with

its delight, Estelle unwrapped a cream cake from her stash and offered it as

then nestled into the straw and

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

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

her bag in and continued on the road, hoping to

miles without sighting a gas

sputtered, running on fumes,

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