Wolf's Tale: Part 2
While Virginia sat in their shared apartment reading baby how-to books, Wolf was prowling his newly designated section of Central Park. It was still a struggle between feeding the pigeons and feeding ON them, but he controlled himself, thinking of the roast pork Virginia would have waiting for him when he got home.
Home. He couldn't believe it. At no time in his life up until now had he actually lived in a house. The woods had been his home. He'd been happy there, or so he had thought.
So far his job had been relatively easy. He'd had to chase away a guy playing bagpipes near a wedding with violins, and take a bb gun away from a trigger-happy kid who was shooting everything that moved, but otherwise it hadn't been bad for a first day. He'd received some strange looks around lunchtime though, when he'd gotten hungry and speared a fish in the pond. He'd waved cheerily at the onlookers, the fish protruding from either side of his mouth, and walked away as though he was tending to something urgent.
Then he had seen the deer. He spit out the fish bones and stared ravonously. Oh huff-puff, MAJOR temptation! No, you mustn't Wolfie, they'll fire you! he admonished himself through newly forming saliva. Think pork! Pork! Pork! He hit himself on the forehead with each 'pork' as though this ritual would vanquish the thought from his mind. He knew it was time for his wolf-PMS again. Even in the daytime, the full moon called to him. He settled for howling instead. A group of teenagers standing nearby burst out laughing, but he didn't care. They clapped, and Wolf bowed. Still giggling and talking amongst themselves, the kids moved on, and so did Wolf, toward a big fountain, where he promptly dunked himself.
* * *
Virginia opened the door to a waterlogged Wolf, who burst through the room. Her mouth hung open as he promptly shook himself from head to toe, water splattering all over the furniture.
"What...happened to you?" she demanded in both shock and annoyance.
Wolf laughed heartily and picked her up, swinging her around in an exhuberant circle.
"I resisted temptation!" he announced.
Virginia shot him a hurt and suspicious look tinged with relief. "Well, that's good...I guess..." she raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. "Who pushed you into the lake?"
Wolf threw his arms wide. "I did. And it wasn't a lake, it was a fountain. I threw myself in to keep from trying to eat that poor little deer!" The memory brought his hands to his face in fresh agony. "Where's the pork?" he changed the subject, remembering with new hunger.
Virginia smirked and rolled her eyes, then put her arms around him as he slouched in the chair. "It's on the table, all ready just for you." she said lovingly, and Wolf growled. Virginia giggled and bounded over to her chair. Wolf joined her and sat down. He sniffed suspiciously. He knew this table...
"I can still smell your grandmother..." he said half to himself, his eyes darting back and forth in guilty anxiety. He put his hands on either side of his head.
"Eat." Virginia said simply, breaking him out of the trance. Wolf inhaled his steak.
"You know," she continued, looking exited and thoughtful. "I think we should go on a honeymoon. There's plenty of places we could go..."
"Like where?" Wolf looked up with new interest, knowing this was leading to something good.
"I don't know. There's lots of places to choose from. Hawaii, Florida, Europe, Mexico, the Virgin Islands..."
Wolf put his hand on her arm. "There!" he breathed, very exited now. Virginia started to ask where, and he said, "The Virgin Islands. That sounds just like your name!"
Virginia smiled and put one hand against her head in support. She was very flattered. "Why not? It's less commercial there anyway. And we'd have miles of beaches to ourselves." Wolf growled again, seductively.
* * *
Wolf had never been on anything that flew before, and Virginia had to slap her hand over his mouth as he started howling in exhileration while the plane took off. He pressed his nose and fingers to the glass like an exited child. Virginia felt the exact opposite. She hated flying, and her morning sickness that had started coming on the last couple months was making it worse. She had to explain this to a perplexed Wolf, who could do nothing except hold her when the nausea hit. She'd heard somewhere that ginger helped, but that didn't do any good now. She had to settle for a 7-Up instead, and several trips to the bathroom.
But her illness seemed to disappear at the sight of their destination. Wolf panted like a puppy at the beauty of the white beaches, and he strained at the window to get out. Virginia had to pull on the back of his shirt to get him to sit down.
"We're almost there, wiggles!" she admonished him, a laugh in her voice. Wolf was disappointed that they didn't land right on the beach; they had to go to another airport first instead. He pouted the whole way. He tried to talk Virginia into camping on one of the islands, but she shook her head. "Hey, I've just come home from the camping trip from hell. We'll have plenty of opportunity to play on the beach. We're checking into a hotel room." Wolf drooped visibily, complete with little whimpering noises. "Come on, Wolfie." She dragged him into the room, overlooking one of the inlets that led to St. Croix beach. He looked longingly out the window while Virginia unpacked. "We can go tonight, ok?" she promised. "Besides, there's a full moon tonight." That grabbed Wolf's attention long enough to turn around and catch her up in an aggressive embrace.
"And you know what that means!" he said in a mock-dangerous tone, biting her neck where it meets the shoulder. They growled and wrestled, until an unwelcome knock came at the door.
"Room service."
The couple slumped in annoyance.
While Virginia sat in their shared apartment reading baby how-to books, Wolf was prowling his newly designated section of Central Park. It was still a struggle between feeding the pigeons and feeding ON them, but he controlled himself, thinking of the roast pork Virginia would have waiting for him when he got home.
Home. He couldn't believe it. At no time in his life up until now had he actually lived in a house. The woods had been his home. He'd been happy there, or so he had thought.
So far his job had been relatively easy. He'd had to chase away a guy playing bagpipes near a wedding with violins, and take a bb gun away from a trigger-happy kid who was shooting everything that moved, but otherwise it hadn't been bad for a first day. He'd received some strange looks around lunchtime though, when he'd gotten hungry and speared a fish in the pond. He'd waved cheerily at the onlookers, the fish protruding from either side of his mouth, and walked away as though he was tending to something urgent.
Then he had seen the deer. He spit out the fish bones and stared ravonously. Oh huff-puff, MAJOR temptation! No, you mustn't Wolfie, they'll fire you! he admonished himself through newly forming saliva. Think pork! Pork! Pork! He hit himself on the forehead with each 'pork' as though this ritual would vanquish the thought from his mind. He knew it was time for his wolf-PMS again. Even in the daytime, the full moon called to him. He settled for howling instead. A group of teenagers standing nearby burst out laughing, but he didn't care. They clapped, and Wolf bowed. Still giggling and talking amongst themselves, the kids moved on, and so did Wolf, toward a big fountain, where he promptly dunked himself.
* * *
Virginia opened the door to a waterlogged Wolf, who burst through the room. Her mouth hung open as he promptly shook himself from head to toe, water splattering all over the furniture.
"What...happened to you?" she demanded in both shock and annoyance.
Wolf laughed heartily and picked her up, swinging her around in an exhuberant circle.
"I resisted temptation!" he announced.
Virginia shot him a hurt and suspicious look tinged with relief. "Well, that's good...I guess..." she raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. "Who pushed you into the lake?"
Wolf threw his arms wide. "I did. And it wasn't a lake, it was a fountain. I threw myself in to keep from trying to eat that poor little deer!" The memory brought his hands to his face in fresh agony. "Where's the pork?" he changed the subject, remembering with new hunger.
Virginia smirked and rolled her eyes, then put her arms around him as he slouched in the chair. "It's on the table, all ready just for you." she said lovingly, and Wolf growled. Virginia giggled and bounded over to her chair. Wolf joined her and sat down. He sniffed suspiciously. He knew this table...
"I can still smell your grandmother..." he said half to himself, his eyes darting back and forth in guilty anxiety. He put his hands on either side of his head.
"Eat." Virginia said simply, breaking him out of the trance. Wolf inhaled his steak.
"You know," she continued, looking exited and thoughtful. "I think we should go on a honeymoon. There's plenty of places we could go..."
"Like where?" Wolf looked up with new interest, knowing this was leading to something good.
"I don't know. There's lots of places to choose from. Hawaii, Florida, Europe, Mexico, the Virgin Islands..."
Wolf put his hand on her arm. "There!" he breathed, very exited now. Virginia started to ask where, and he said, "The Virgin Islands. That sounds just like your name!"
Virginia smiled and put one hand against her head in support. She was very flattered. "Why not? It's less commercial there anyway. And we'd have miles of beaches to ourselves." Wolf growled again, seductively.
* * *
Wolf had never been on anything that flew before, and Virginia had to slap her hand over his mouth as he started howling in exhileration while the plane took off. He pressed his nose and fingers to the glass like an exited child. Virginia felt the exact opposite. She hated flying, and her morning sickness that had started coming on the last couple months was making it worse. She had to explain this to a perplexed Wolf, who could do nothing except hold her when the nausea hit. She'd heard somewhere that ginger helped, but that didn't do any good now. She had to settle for a 7-Up instead, and several trips to the bathroom.
But her illness seemed to disappear at the sight of their destination. Wolf panted like a puppy at the beauty of the white beaches, and he strained at the window to get out. Virginia had to pull on the back of his shirt to get him to sit down.
"We're almost there, wiggles!" she admonished him, a laugh in her voice. Wolf was disappointed that they didn't land right on the beach; they had to go to another airport first instead. He pouted the whole way. He tried to talk Virginia into camping on one of the islands, but she shook her head. "Hey, I've just come home from the camping trip from hell. We'll have plenty of opportunity to play on the beach. We're checking into a hotel room." Wolf drooped visibily, complete with little whimpering noises. "Come on, Wolfie." She dragged him into the room, overlooking one of the inlets that led to St. Croix beach. He looked longingly out the window while Virginia unpacked. "We can go tonight, ok?" she promised. "Besides, there's a full moon tonight." That grabbed Wolf's attention long enough to turn around and catch her up in an aggressive embrace.
"And you know what that means!" he said in a mock-dangerous tone, biting her neck where it meets the shoulder. They growled and wrestled, until an unwelcome knock came at the door.
"Room service."
The couple slumped in annoyance.
