Verena's eyes widened and then closed. Yes, Jackal didn't leave even though most of them returned home. They received word that their camp was bombed, so Andrei needed them to fix everything. After all, that guy didn't know carpentry; he didn't even have a human form to use thumbs.
She only turned away, a small smile drawing across her lips. Her son clawed out of his grave and had the time to frolic with his mate. That was good.
"Also food!" Johanne giggled, only to incur Verena's wrath in the form of a hand chop to the head. The poor wolf winced and did his best to rub his head.
The experimentations on his body incurred irreversible damage to Johanne. It didn't help that he remained a wolf for around twenty years. He could no longer assume a human shape, so he lay on the ground like a huge dog.
Still, he preserved his smile at the small promise. Now that he was free to leave, he even pawed in a direction. Johanne said, "Raw meat banquet! Over there!"
