The morning air had a bite to it as I stepped out of the motel’s lobby. My
mood
slowly fell with each step.
Lingering
unease
from earlier still sat heavy in my stomach.
> Is this really what I want to do? Use my time to confirm that I’m carrying the child of a werewolf who tried to kill me? She spread her scent here to keep other wolves away. Stupid but pretty... isn’t really supposed to fit her! Seriously, she’s just so very... I don’t even have a good word. And while this smells like it will be tasty, it’s only... half as calming as waking up and smelling the scent of- Maybe I should have set them against each other more... Mmgh... I can see why everyone was buying one. Food culture in this world is dangerous! <
The large danish was gone in
four bites
. Settling the worst of my hunger, but making me turn my head back to the
close-but-far
shop.
"I’d have to wait in line again..."
A task which looks
even longer
this time than the last. I shake my head and walk away with the bag of rolls
swinging
from my hand... and smelling even better than inside the store.
The streets I took had a number of parents - or possibly ’nannies’ - pushing
strollers
along the paths. Either more are out than usual today or I’m
focusing
on them because of my concerns.
Leashed dogs being taken to parks and other areas
avoid
my path, for the most part. Though one does seem quite interested in the box in my hand and
lacks the wariness
for my kind it should rightly possess.
"S-sorry."
The young teenager
apologizes
in embarrassment for his beast. But I’m still in a good mood from
eating that treat
, so I just smile back and nod.
"Uh... uhm..."
He calls out
after
I’ve stepped away and I turn back. Seeing that I’ve reacted, he quickly
fumbles
for something in his pockets.