Chapter 8“Why do the humans ride around in boats with wheels?” Fenrir asks as soon as I take wolf form. “Why do they vary in size? Is that so that one human can row it easily?”
“So many questions, Little Fen,” I answer. “Who can really know about the humans of Midgard? They’re such a weird and illogical race. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?” I begin to run, letting Fenrir stay close behind me until we near the road. Then I grab him up in my teeth and wait for traffic to pass. It’s easier to lie to the kid then to tell him that I understand humans far too well. Of course, a few centuries of living among them has helped with that.
As I put him down on the other side, I wonder how long Fenrir is going to stay in my care. How long can I actually keep him with me? I have too many thoughts l
