After their moonlit walk, Enid felt a new sense of freedom. She began to leave small hints of her little space around the room—a plushie on her bed, a pacifier on her nightstand. Wednesday noticed everything, her sharp eyes missing nothing, but she never commented, only offering silent support.
One afternoon, as Enid was arranging her collection of plushies, she found a new addition among them—a dark wolf with button eyes and a soft, velvety fur. Attached was a note in Wednesday's precise handwriting: "For my little wolf cub."
Enid's heart swelled with joy. She hugged the plushie tightly, feeling a rush of affection for her stoic roommate. Wednesday might not show her emotions openly, but this small gesture spoke volumes.
"Tank you, Wenny," Enid babytalked, feeling the warmth of acceptance and love.
Wednesday, sitting at her desk and reading a book, raised an eyebrow. "You're welcome, Enid. Now, how about we go for a walk? I need to observe the nocturnal behavior of the local wildlife."
Enid giggled, nodding enthusiastically. "Otay!"
As they walked through the forest, the moonlight casting long shadows, Enid held Wednesday's hand, feeling safe and cared for. The shadows and eerie noises that usually scared her were now just part of the backdrop to their adventure.
"Why do you like the moon so much, Wenny?" Enid asked, looking up at the sky.
"The moon is constant, unwavering in its cycle. It's the perfect representation of order amidst chaos," Wednesday replied, her voice calm.
Enid nodded, feeling a sense of understanding. She loved how Wednesday could find beauty in the darkness, just as she found comfort in her little items.
"You're my moon, Wenny," Enid said softly. "You make me feel safe."
Wednesday squeezed her hand gently. "And you, Enid, are my little wolf cub. Fierce yet gentle."
Their bond grew with each shared moment, and Enid knew that she had found something truly special with Wednesday. As they walked back to Nevermore, Enid felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. She was Wednesday's little wolf cub, and she was loved just as she was.
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Teen Fiction𝓔𝓷𝓲𝓭 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻, the vibrant and colorful werewolf at Nevermore Academy, has a secret she keeps hidden from everyone: she is a little, someone who finds comfort in age regression. Surrounded by her cherished little items like an adult paci...
