Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

By now Sarah had got used to the negative thoughts that swam in the aquarium of her mind among others as if they owned the place. Blocking them out had been an almost year-long struggle with few bright beacons of success, until she had decided to stop fighting them and leaving, where they were. She trusted herself to be in enough control not to let them take completely over, but gave them enough freedom to amuse herself.

There were worse games to play after all than her occasional challenges of suicidal ideas. Even now, when yet another group of rocks slipped away beneath her feet, forcing her to quickly seek out a solid ledge to stand on, she knew that there was enough will in her to survive and live on. No matter, how bleak and pointless life sometimes seemed to her. Little reminders - dangerous as they may be - were beneficial to her mental health.

However, a distraction from her solitude came in a form of a dark shape moving in her direction. The path was narrow, they could not avoid each other, even if they wanted it and Sarah was not in a habit to take the same way twice. After some deliberation she continued her way up boldly and soon realized that this was a person she knew. Looks could deceive - it was dark - but scents did not lie. She could read his profile as clearly as if he had stood in broad daylight. 

Much to her delight (which - mind you - was not common these days), the acquaintance was not at all too unpleasant. Mahler the wolf had been. A name of any other person would have escaped her memory the moment she turned her back on them. She was not in habit of meeting wolves second time over. But burrying a corpse together is an experience that people can bond over. Odd and morbid as it may be. Friendships have started on stranger grounds too.

"Came to discuss that lunch date?" she asked him, when he was within the earshot.