werewolf!charlie
Ever since Thandi started seeing the wolf in her yard, she’s been sitting out every morning with a mug, before the fog even lifts. It’s always alone, and it seems intrigued by her. She’s been careful not to tempt it closer; the view is always enough.
A dark shape emerges from the mist. The wolf trots into the yard and fixes her with a gaze that feels…
That feels… intelligent. Wolves alone are smart, but when this one looks at her, she can almost feel his thoughts. It’s a puzzle.
They stare at one another, as they’ve done every morning. Today, though, there’s something different. The wolf disappears into the fog, then reappears moments later, carrying a basket. It comes right up to her, and she finally sees that the wolf is collared. A big, leather collar with a glinting tag affixed to it.
Briar.
The wolfdog backs up and dashes into the mist, prompting Thandi to rise and peek at the basket. There is a card and a tin of tea, nestled in among peonies.
Good morning. Thank you for keeping my dog company. I hope he has delivered this adequately. He is prone to wandering. We are glad to have a neighbor who seems to enjoy his company. Thank you once more.
-C