Arvid hadn’t realized the dangers of a forest in a storm. He’d thought it’d give him shelter, not that he’d end up underneath a tree. The bear tried shielding his face from the worst of the rain, but he held Arvid’s shoe in one hand and Arvid in the other. Poor thing didn’t have any clothes on.
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The rain was like thumbtacks against Espen’s skin, and he wanted to roar. If he hadn’t been carrying a bird and a shoe, he could’ve changed into fur. f*****g wolves—and leopard. If they hadn’t walked into his territory, he could’ve been at home.
“Those fuckers, will they be back?”
The bird tweeted.
“I don’t speak bird.” He was quiet for a few seconds. “Maybe we should’ve gone to Rosalinda. She’s alone. And Elsie, she’s old and alone. What if the storm has wrecked their homes?” He looked
