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.”

chuckle. Aren’t bears supposed to live in tree hollows? What’s with the straw bedding? And here

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

her bag and pulled out a slice of it, offering it forward,

the ground, grinned with

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

nodded

sighed in relief, amused by

dessert, she placed

Wolverine cautiously nibbled at first, but then joyfully crammed

a cream cake from her

then nestled into the straw and

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

and the empty cake wrappers, tucking them into her bag. Then, she left another slice of cake by the straw as

by the field. She tossed her bag in and continued

without sighting a gas station,

car sputtered, running

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