The continuing adventures of an Anon an his dog. And her wendigo.

Anon accepts White Fell's apology, and Winnie sits down with her on the couch.

White Fell can't stop sniffling, although she's trying. Such a display of emotions in a humans presence would get her throat slit back home, and knowing that just makes it harder to stop crying. She keeps looking warily at you out of the corner of her eye.

Winnie holds her ex-friend and strokes her hair.

White Fell holds her own tail, comforting herself by rubbing it against her cheek as if she were just a young puppy.

"...So is this all?" She says, and you're not sure if she's speaking to you or Winnie. Her face is aimed at her toes. "You really want me to just... leave now?"

She gulps. "Will you tell anyone about tonight?"

You notice a trickle of rain plopping down into the mud pit that was your kitchen. Apparently all the sexy werewolf wrestling jarred a part of the ceiling loose. It's another thing to add to the to-do list.

If you want to ask White Fell questions, now is the time to do so.