Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190125011659

Ylva sat down on the porch ledge of the cabin, resting her back against the wall. When it was clear that Hate wouldn't find anything edible out in the snow he approached her obediently like any domestic dog would have, nuzzling his snout against her chest with his big head.

"Come on then", she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck to adjust his position.

He laid himself to rest with his head against her lap, clearly too big to fit there in full as he had when he was but a pup. She kind of missed those days. True that he had been more of a mess to handle, snapping and biting at everything and everyone, including herself, but at least he had been small and manageable. And not a voracious eater. Now he was just a big, angry sack of fur, and still growing.

She tugged gently at some tufts of his fur, whereas he replied in kind by licking on her hands. Not that she would feel it wearing winter gloves, but she appreciated the gesture.

"You are getting hungry again soon, aren't you?"

The wolf let out a dampened growl in response.

"Yeah, you are." She placed a kiss on the back of his neck, causing his noise to grow louder. "Shush with you. We just ate. You'll just have to bear with it a little bit longer till we get further out into the wild. Then you'll have all the meat in the world. Radstags and whatnot."

The wolf slowly closed his eyes, clearly getting a bit too comfortable there in her lap. And she would have happily let him fall asleep there as she was getting tired herself, but she guilty about letting him fall asleep on a hungry stomach. She discreetly tried to move herself out of his heavy head, but not before the wolf had taken notice and angrily snapped at her for disrupting his comfortable rest.

"Tyst", she snapped back. "I am just going to see if there is any food here hey can give you. Don't be mean, or else I will have it all by myself, if there is any."

Although most of the sounds his mistress made were nothing but noise to him, he could make out a couple of definitions she had familiarized him with. Such as food and mean. He knew what those sounds meant and so stayed put, glaring at her angrily.

Ylva grimaced back at him. "Stanna", she said. "I won't be long. Don't you chase any small animals or the like while I am gone."

Ylva reluctantly entered the cabin again. Being among all these people made her feel as out of touch with reality as a trout on a mountain top.

She approached the barman Crocker once more. "Uhm, excuse me? You don't happen to have any meat laying around? Leftovers or the like?"