CH 17 — Eisbaer

“I can’t believe it even needs to be said, but please stop licking yourself.”

Grunting, Saffron lowered its arm, the fur matted with its own saliva. If ve hadn’t said it, Eisbaer would’ve. “It’s just a flesh wound,” it started, but she wasn’t having it.

“Come here, you stubborn wolf.”

Saffron waddled over now, eyes on everything but her. “It’s really not that bad. And wolves are great at self-care!”

“Do you know that for a fact, or are you assuming?”

Its silence spoke volumes.

“Just hurry it up, will you?” Vallens stood at the edge of the clearing. Just beyond was the open road, eerily devoid of life. Not even a bird sang… “I want to be as far as possible before night falls.”