Lu-Ellen lay on her arms across the werewolf’s stomach as he dug God knows what out from under his claws. As he did he kept a close eye on the ring master who was tying a bandage around Lu-Ellen’s hand. Just because he was their leader didn’t mean he wasn’t looking after her. The two of them lay on a make shift bed consisting of blankets and pillows and several stuffed animals, mostly dogs. As for the ring master, he was knelt down in front of the wolf’s nest carefully tending to a large cut on Lu-Ellen’s already scarred hand. “There we are. You shouldn’t wonder into that part of the carnival on your own, it
