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Logan stopped the bike outside the Safeway and got off, careful to not jar the backpack he was wearing. Even though Ruhko was nuts about dried meat and candy, he had to get her something better to eat, and something other than his shredded undershirt to wear.
Getting her away from the wolf had been surprisingly easy, apparently the big male felt that she was better off with her own kind, (or he was just tired of being punched and getting his fur pulled out in clumps, Logan suspected that it was the latter). Once she'd fallen on her butt, he'd given a wolf grin and glanced at Logan, then followed his family into the den.
Getting her away from the outcropping had been another story, she snarled, and spat at his approach, scrambling away from him on all fours, then screamed blue murder and bit chunks out of him after he'd chased her down, digging her claws into his chest to hold on. He'd tried wrapping her in his jacket, only to see it shredded, then tried tying her up, but couldn't hold her down long enough to get the thongs around her wrists.
Finally, he resorted to the oldest ploy in the book and bribed her with a gumdrop from the package Rogue had put in his saddlebag. At the first taste of sweetness on her tongue her eyes had widened and stared up at him, then both tiny hands had gone to her mouth to extract the sticky candy so that she could look at it and sniff it. Back into the mouth it went, with contented smacking sounds and sucking of lips.
He'd watched, holding the package where she could see it, half afraid she was going to go Tasmanian Devil again.
She'd finished that one and stood staring up at him, finger in the corner of her mouth, then come to a decision and toddled toward him, holding out her hands, babbling appealingly.
Now she was sleeping in his backpack, and if he didn't move her around too much she'd stay that way till she got hungry again. Hopefully, he could stock up on milk, meat, and diapers (he was tired of being peed on), and go get the kid Charles had sent him back to Canada to pick up. He glanced around at the sleepy town of Red Deer, and shuddered, thinking that Southern Alberta was just too blasted flat. And too full of farmers and red necks.
Coming out of the store a few minutes later, he put everything into the saddlebag, then got onto the bike and steered toward the coordinates Charles had given him.
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Logan stopped the bike outside the Safeway and got off, careful to not jar the backpack he was wearing. Even though Ruhko was nuts about dried meat and candy, he had to get her something better to eat, and something other than his shredded undershirt to wear.
Getting her away from the wolf had been surprisingly easy, apparently the big male felt that she was better off with her own kind, (or he was just tired of being punched and getting his fur pulled out in clumps, Logan suspected that it was the latter). Once she'd fallen on her butt, he'd given a wolf grin and glanced at Logan, then followed his family into the den.
Getting her away from the outcropping had been another story, she snarled, and spat at his approach, scrambling away from him on all fours, then screamed blue murder and bit chunks out of him after he'd chased her down, digging her claws into his chest to hold on. He'd tried wrapping her in his jacket, only to see it shredded, then tried tying her up, but couldn't hold her down long enough to get the thongs around her wrists.
Finally, he resorted to the oldest ploy in the book and bribed her with a gumdrop from the package Rogue had put in his saddlebag. At the first taste of sweetness on her tongue her eyes had widened and stared up at him, then both tiny hands had gone to her mouth to extract the sticky candy so that she could look at it and sniff it. Back into the mouth it went, with contented smacking sounds and sucking of lips.
He'd watched, holding the package where she could see it, half afraid she was going to go Tasmanian Devil again.
She'd finished that one and stood staring up at him, finger in the corner of her mouth, then come to a decision and toddled toward him, holding out her hands, babbling appealingly.
Now she was sleeping in his backpack, and if he didn't move her around too much she'd stay that way till she got hungry again. Hopefully, he could stock up on milk, meat, and diapers (he was tired of being peed on), and go get the kid Charles had sent him back to Canada to pick up. He glanced around at the sleepy town of Red Deer, and shuddered, thinking that Southern Alberta was just too blasted flat. And too full of farmers and red necks.
Coming out of the store a few minutes later, he put everything into the saddlebag, then got onto the bike and steered toward the coordinates Charles had given him.
