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.”

in tree hollows? What’s with the straw bedding? And here she was, unwittingly squatting in

to the Wolverine when she noticed it eyeing a sandwich

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

seated on the ground,

deal,” Estelle proposed merrily. “I’ll give you

nodded in

in relief, amused

dessert, she placed the tiramisu

nibbled at first, but then joyfully crammed

delight, Estelle unwrapped a cream cake from her stash

the straw and drifted

Wolverine looked up to find the girl already asleep on the straw. It ambled

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,

the field. She tossed her bag in and continued on the road, hoping

thirty miles without sighting a gas station, she sensed

her car sputtered, running on

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