CHARITY

‘I’m just being hopeful,’ Bernard said in the back of his mind.

He trusted Garelt’s abilities, he even admitted that they were far superior to his own tracking skills. In short, if there has been someone there, he would get a trace back to them - or at least that’s what was supposed to happen.

Garelt returned at the crack of dawn. Ryan pulled open the gates to let the wolf through. Garelt’s brown fur was coated with a thick layer of snow that he dusted away.

“So?” Ryan asked raising a brow, he watched the wolf circle around his own tail before laying on the dirt. Ryan caught that he must be tired. He sighed and joined him on the ground, using Garelt’s fur to warm his cold hands.

Usually Garelt would growl and bite his hands away. Ryan figured that it was because he was either too tired to react or thankful that he stayed up this late to wait for him to return. Ryan doubted the latter.

“Aren’t you going to change back?” Ryan asked, looking at the fur head next to him.

Garelt whim