Stay? Here, alone? A shard of thought says yes go run before you hurt ▓▓▓▓ any more, splintered to nothing by the lure of food. They can't wait.
'Sorry,' they whine one last time. 'Coming.'
And they will, in the shadows. They don't want to try to bite them again--and the garden is full of other things; twitching spiders on webs stretched across bushes, leaves and flowerheads that dare to stick out enough that they can brush against the wolf's fur. Hopefully none of those turn out to be toxic later on.
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Date: 2017-10-06 04:35 am (UTC)'Sorry,' they whine one last time. 'Coming.'
And they will, in the shadows. They don't want to try to bite them again--and the garden is full of other things; twitching spiders on webs stretched across bushes, leaves and flowerheads that dare to stick out enough that they can brush against the wolf's fur. Hopefully none of those turn out to be toxic later on.