Bab 82: Both of us

The dog stilled at her touch. Elle had plucked up her courage and extended her hand to touch that extremely tempting furry white tail, only to realize how wooly and fuzzy it felt under her hands.

Elle held her breath. She thought that it was going to turn around and snarl at her for being so forward in touching it. But surprisingly, it did not. It did not even make a single move or sound. So, Elle carefully stroked its tail bushy again, using gentle and feather light movements. Still, the wolf did not even react.

Somehow, its lack of reaction to her touch made Elle relax a little. She was really glad that it was not reacting violently. Or was it because of his injury? That must be it, right?