Stavanger Bay the live oak tree and the big bay moon

The wolf’s retort stumped him momentarily. Never before in his life had one offered to help him in any capacity. His mouth fell ajar, prepared to make some sort of clever comeback, yet an instant later, Yeet clapped it shut.

He couldn’t help but think of Yolo. If his brother were here, this little rendezvous would be going entirely differently. Yet he wasn’t… and Yeet was genuinely getting worried…

His lips parted to ask if the wolf had seen a red fox in the area, by any chance. But before Yeet could speak, the bastard lunged for him, after all. A little squawk of indignation left him as he tried to dart out of the way, only to realize it had been more of a feint than anything.

Feeling nonplussed, Yeet squinted at the wolf from a safer distance, mistrustfully eyeing his waving tail. “Quit fucking with me,” he snapped hypocritically. “Have you seen any other foxes around here?” he added quickly, before he could think better of it.