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𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

CHAPTER IV
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                    It was strange. The large predator had never thought of himself as a "people" person. Unless being a people person meant that he eats them. Even though he had a thick coat of fur to keep him from the cold, she made him feel warm and welcome. The way her  hands brushed through his fur seemed to have an oddly calming effect over him. He disliked how trustworthy she seemed, offering food to a predator who could've eaten her instead. The inside of the house didn't smell of gunpowder meaning there — probably — weren't any weapons that could harm him. And with the difference in strength and swiftness, a snap of his jaw could end the girls life within the blink of an eye.

As unusual as his behaviour was, she was the same. To be so trusting, to have such faith in a apex predator was what would be described as idiotic or foolish. Well, with the amount of effort she put into getting him to show the slightest bit of companionship. It could be considered stubbornness.

His ears perk up, as jumbled words pass through her lips in a quiet mumble. Something about 'groceries' and 'gas money'. He didn't quite understand those words, having no idea what she was grumbling about. However, she began scribbling words onto a stray piece of paper that laid on the coffee table. Peaking over the edge of the paper, he spots words he did understand.

She was writing down food! Milk, meat, fish, veggies and many other ingredients along with hygienic products and miscellaneous. And then it clicked. Humans needed different foods, not being able to digest raw bloody meat like he could.

He remembers going to the 'market' to buy different foods. Using the strange green paper humans use as currency from hunters that weren't so clever. Finding it strange how humans trade coloured decorative paper for food. Human behaviour was truly strange.

The first —& only time— he visited the 'market' the experience rather unpleasant. The numbers and word overwhelming him as the people were wildly unhelpful, as well as rude. Treating him like an idiot for not understand such odd numbers. The use of numbers in almost everything as useless as most inventions. But, some were useful.

Like how since they can't run as fast as wolves, they made cars and other vehicles to help them. Although he couldn't grasp the mechanics of the giant thing he knew enough about the functionality. The wheels carrying the car while some mineral fuels it.

Was she going to the 'market'? Why would she want to go to that wretched place?! He understood that she needed specific materials but surely she'd be able to compensate for something else! Couldn't humans survive solely off greens? Why wouldn't she do that instead?

An odd feeling bubbles in his chest, sympathy perhaps? After all, he would be spring you from enduring the people's harsh behaviour and words. She couldn't leave, and he was damn sure of that. She couldn't and wouldn't leave. Watching you walk away down a hallway, he hears a door shut.

At the noise, he walked towards the large front door. He easily opened it, by getting in his hind legs and using his paws to turn the knob. Although it would be easier for him to shift, it would be troublesome if she were to walk out and see a strange man in the house. With the door opened a cold breeze entered the room. Snuffing out the embers of the fire. He quickly stepped out of the small home and closed the door using his snout and paws to semi shut the door.

He looked out into the woods. He needed to look for your means of transportation, how you got into the forest, is how you'd get out. He stepped off the front porch and wondered around the house. Looking for any kind of vehicle. There had to be something. Cause you certainly didn't walk, you were way to deep into the woods to be able to walk here unscathed without encountering at least one predator. When he reached the back of the house, that's when he saw it. A small white car parked at the back. That's it.

He pranced over to the vehicle and inspected it. It was just a normal vehicle. No loud exhaust or rusted parts that could cause noise when entering or exiting. Although there probably was another choice to avoid you leaving, this was the quickest and easiest option. He placed his large paw onto one of the tires. And...

SLASH!

He had slashed the tires. All four tires, rubber torn and ripped with four big claw marks on each. Although it probably was easy to tell a wolf did it. She would never knew what and how many wolves did it, right? So he also slashed the doors slightly, making it look as though a pack of wolves had scratched at the large metal block. He also ran up and down in multiple places to look like the pack had ran close to the home.

Although he felt terribly guilty for ruining the cars solid white colour and probably had to get a new set of tires. He was content knowing she had no way of leaving the woods. For extra assurance, he had chipped at the door as well. To make it seem like the 'pack of wolves' had tried to get into the home. He then cleaned off his paws from any residue of wood, snow or rubber and stepped back into the home. Back to his place before.Your presence still lacking in the room.

He laid down beside the dying embers of the fireplace, his head on one of his paws as she stepped out of the room. A few papers in hand with her hair pulled back with a headband, wearing a thinner version of the clothes she wore before. She spots him sitting on the carpet, giving him a soft pat on the head.

"Hm, seems like I have a really big dog now huh. I'll call you...Barry." Barry? That wasn't his name. Although he couldn't exactly tell her that. Hm... I guess the name isn't that bad... Even though he didn't physically smile, he smiled with his eyes. She began rummaging through the kitchen as he began to doze off.

TIRED FROM A DAYS WORK.

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edited: 27 MAY 2021