[color=f7941d][center][h1]Willard[/h1][/center][/color]

[i]Another woman?[/i]

Willard repeated Cass' words in his head, trying to make sense of it. Rather cryptic to say the least, but at least it may lead him to the right direction. His bones creaked as he sat up from the bench, for now he needed some time to think. A walk. Preferably alone and out of town. He headed back home to fetch a lighter jacket and his car. He drove silently out of town and parked at the edge of the forest. It was against his better judgement to get closer to the Local Wolves' territory, but he needed some time away from it all. He got out of his car and just started wandering, making small notches in the tree bark to lead him back. The relative silence of the forest, contrasted with the storm of words in his head. Constantly making contingencies and plans for the future, potential rebuttals and answers, an all together jumbled mess of loose thoughts. His heart raced as fast as his mind, the revelation of this wolf pack heavy on his mind, always plying an-

*Cluck* *Cluck*

Willard's concentration was broken by poultry. It pecked around, naive and ignorant to the world's troubles. It looked at him and gave a soft crow. Now, Willard wasn't a biologist or anything, but he was pretty sure, domesticated chicken breeds didn't tend to roam the wilds of Canada. He gently picked it up, it didn't seem too startled by him, content to pick at the loose bits of lint on his jacket as he carried it. It had to have come from somewhere, and again Willard wandered through the forest, backtracking the path of his new feathered friend. What he found came to his surprise. A small cabin, the scent of dogs, chickens and... wolves hung in the air. Had he stumbled into one of the wolves' homes? He looked to just place the chicken and run when a uppity Shiba started to bark and yapp at him. 

"Shhh...shhh... Easy little guy. Just passing through, don't need to wake the neighborho- ow, shit. Stop that. OW. FU-"

[@Fumari]