Tenere, Totum, Tragice.

You Think I'm Psycho

We got home and I headed up to my room, throwing down my bag and opening up my computer, once again heading to the internet for some explanations. On the way home, I had thought more on the wolf. From what I saw from last night's search, they most definitely weren't supposed to grow to that large, nor be that confrontational. Apparently, they were more prone to follow the flight instinct more that the risky fight one. Also they were supposed to travel in packs, but this one seemed to be all alone at the moment.

And then this morning, I saw a wisp of a different colored one, or maybe I was just seeing things. For what felt like hours, I sat at the computer and researched. So far the most sensible explanation was either a domesticated wolf, or a were-creature, which was preposterous. Then, I decided to do something stupid. I grabbed an empty backpack and threw a stick of summer sausage from the fridge in; you have to bait them, you know, and headed out to the woods, sending my mom a text to let her know that I would be back at dark. With determination and a possible death wish, I walked into the woods, bound and determined to confirm that I wasn't crazy.

Walking through the woods, some things looked familiar to me. After a while, I fully recognized a tree with low slung braches, one of those which I had passed as I ran from whatever it was. Shaking off my nerves, I sat down the backpack, sitting down by it shortly afterwards set to just wait for the wolf to show up. I unwrapped the sausage and pinched off a chunk, popping it in my mouth and waiting. After a while, my legs started to cramp and I got bored, drawing doodles into the earth by me. "Colors" by Halsey came to mind, and I started to hum, switching to singing as I reached the chorus. One thing that amazed me was that I never stuttered as I sang; my voice just as solid and strong as it used to be. As I sang the second verse, I heard something rustle near me. I paid no mind to it and continued the song, leaning my head back against the truck of the tree and just relaxing. That is, until I heard something that definitely wasn't nothing.

I cut off mid words and looked up, eyes locking once more with the pale ones of the wolf, who was sitting directly in front of me, tail curled neatly around his feet. He wasn't moving or making any noise, just sitting with his head tilted to the side. The broken stick by him accounted for the noise that I heard. "H-hi." I said, sitting up straight, slowly and without any sudden moves. He thumped his tail lightly, shaking his head a little. "I-I'll take th-that as a hell-lo." I reached into my bag and pulled out the remainder of the sausage, unwrapping it all of the way and holding it out. "D-do you w-want s-some?" Ok, yep, I'm officially crazy. Here I am, sitting in the middle of the woods on my ass, offering food to a surely ravenous beast. I was so enamored in my own thoughts that I didn't notice him standing up, jumping a little it when I came back to the realm of reality and he was standing directly in front of me, nose inspecting the food I held. His breath was warm against my hand, the cool dampness of his nose making contact with my outstretched hand every now and then.

With utmost gentleness, he opened his mouth and took the offering from me, backing up and chewing it, wagging his tail once he was done. With a little yip, he came back up and stuck his nose in my bag, snuffling. "N-no more, th-that's all I br-brought." I said with a little giggle. He retracted his head and lowered his ears, almost like he was disappointed, but wolves can't feel emotions so that's bonkers. "I'll br-bring someth-thing else t-tomorrow, I-I promise." I said, immediately feeling like an idiot. I just promised a wild animal something.

Bouncing a little on his front paws, he licked my cheek, making me freeze. In slow motion, he backed up, flattening his ears against his head like he had done something wrong. I wiped my cheek and laughed, making him straighten back up from his crouched position. With the tentativeness of a burglar, he eased back up to me, lowering his head and bumping his nose against my hand which was rested in my lap. I picked it up and placed it on top of his head, slowly rubbing between his ears.