He was a handsome yet boyish young wolf.
He had bright green eyes, no beard, unlike most wolves, and a small face that looked more like a scholar than a fighter.
Perhaps that was why I felt safe around him.
I realized he was staring at me.
His mouth agape, dumbstruck.
And yet I was not offended.
It felt nothing like the eyes of lust I had seen in men.
I raised a brow
"I th...thought I w- was alone." He said immediately.
I smiled at him as I tucked my hair behind my ear.
"I’ll let you in on a secret," I said as I walked up to him.
I picked out a nut from my pocket and squatted down to showcase it to the squirrel.
The squirrel watched suspiciously and then slowly walked up to me.
Moving from left to right before finding its way towards me.
It hopped onto my palm and took the acorn.
"Hello friend," I said to it.
And then I looked up at the young man, gently rose from where I squatted, and placed the busy squirrel in his palm.
"The key to speaking to animals is leading them with food, and then being gentle with them. Watch them relax with you." I informed.
He seemed scared and worried at first, the moment he had the squirrel with him.
"Relax," I said.
He took a deep breath and grew steadier with the creature.
"That’s it." I smiled.
He looked up at me. "Thank you. I’ve never seen anyone do that before."
"I’ve never seen a man try to talk to an animal," I replied. "My name is Ruby."
"I’m Bale." He said.
"Nice to meet you, Bale," I replied kindly.
The way he was staring at me wasn’t disgusting.
It was just amusing.
Strange.
I had never met a man who gawked at me in such a way and took no offense at it.
He seemed to realize he was staring again, so he struggled to his feet.
The squirrel ran off instantly.
"I’m. G...Go... gosh. I’m so...r...r
I nodded at the Squirrel.
"It seems your friend has gone off."
"Oh." He mumbled.
He seemed to have forgotten about the creature.
As he rose to his feet and tried to arrange his disheveled appearance, some books fell out of his bag.
He hurried to pick them up, but more fell out.
I smiled as I tucked my hair behind my ear and bent down to help him pick.
"Here," I said as I gently gathered the books.
"Er... thank you." He said, still flustered as he tried to shove them back in.
I picked up one of the books that had been opened but was lying on the floor and lifted it to my gaze.
It was a beautiful book filled with drawings of stars and constellations.


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