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Chapter 42: Danger

Night began to fall upon them. It crept, it ran, it was too quick and slow for Roger. He wanted the day to be over, just so he could see the results of the events of the day, but he did not want the wolf to leave. Perhaps he even dreaded the situations the next day would bring.

They had studied through the day and before they knew it, it was gone. Time seemed but fleeting; the more it passed, the more the fox felt was wasted. Still, he did not know quite what to do in the time that they had to themselves aside from study. Everything else they did, aside from sports, seemed to end up in at least one of them succumbing to mental anguish.

Perhaps the wolf could spend the night one at some point. He would have to ask his parents, of course, though he was pretty sure they would agree. On a school day, however, it was a bit difficult. Perhaps the coming weekend they would have the chance.

Would the wolf's mother agree, though? He guessed that she would, but she seemed a bit protective of her children.

He nudged the wolf to get his attention. When he acquired it, he asked, "Hey, this weekend... would you like to spend the night over here?"

Hunter nodded eagerly, not hesitating to agree, as Roger knew he would. "Okay," he continued. "I need to ask my parents, and I guess you should get permission from your mom before that comes around. Think you can find out by tomorrow?"

Once again, the wolf nodded.

"So," the fox went on to say, "we need to figure out some stuff to do. I mean, we went to a movie, but uh... I don't really know what kind you like, so I guess it didn't go really all that well. We can play ball a bit, I guess, but I feel like I'm going to get injured."

Hunter nodded slowly. "I like movies, I just... don't watch scary stuff a lot. I'm not really used to it...."

Roger shrugged. "It's alright, we don't have to watch stuff like that. Just figure out something you'd want to see and we can watch that instead. I only chose it because nothing else really looked interesting, that's all."

"What if what I pick isn't interesting?" the wolf asked.

"We'll watch it anyway," the fox replied. "It's for you, really. That way I don't bore you too much." He gave a short laugh, but stopped when he noticed that the wolf did not return it.

He patted the wolf on the back. "I'm kidding. I just have no real preference, that's all. The important part is that you enjoy yourself, okay?"

Hunter nodded.

-

It seemed another day had come and gone and Roger felt empty, especially since nothing had really come from it aside from their academic progress. He secretly hoped that there might be an incident, a situation that would work in his favor, but there never was.

He wondered if there ever would be. Part of him wanted to hope that there would, yet another part of him hoped that there would not be. Maybe if he became friends with Mary, the feelings would go away, but he was not holding his breath. Maybe the only way to make them depart was to hold his breath long enough.

He leaned against the wolf this time. Before it had been the other way around, but now he took the initiative. He blushed at his own actions.

He felt an arm around wrap around him and he was pulled closer. His face was pressed against the wolf. He did not mind the closeness anymore; he welcomed it. He longed for the warmth that held him, the blanket that kept him safe in the cold world.

-

He woke. He had not realized that he had fallen asleep, or that he was even tired. The first thing he noticed was that his head was moving.

He had been lying down, though he did not recall ever doing so, so he figured the wolf must have changed his position for him. He was on his side, staring toward the open portion of his room, though something obstructed his view a little.

His head rose and fell on the wolf's belly as it moved with the wolf's respiration. He realized that his pillow was Hunter, and that an idea snuck into his mind that he mentally shrugged off, yet it was persistent.

He faced the wolf's legs which hung over the edge of the bed at the knees. The object that obstructed his view was an object he had desired, but he dared not make a move. His breathing began at that point to quicken, as did his heart.

Unconsciously, he folded his ears and tucked his tail, though it was much more of a reactionary motion out of the fear of the unprecedented situation. In due part to his increased rate of breathing, he became acutely aware of the scent that he picked up, strong as it was, and it was in its own way heady.

Roger attempted to block such things from his mind, but his body but swelled with yearning, his mind swam, and he was consistently reminded in spite of his efforts to avert his attention that his face was very close to a sensitive area.

He began to grow hot and became nervous. He did not know what action to proceed with, though part of him told him to do what he should not do. He almost convinced himself in his mind that it was the best course of action, but luckily he managed to discard the thought.

He heard a voice behind him. "Are you alright?" it asked.

He picked himself up slowly and looked at the wolf. He was thankful that he did not make any actions, as it seemed the wolf was awake the entire time. He stared back for a moment, then said, "Yeah, yeah, I was just a little disoriented, that's all. Just waking up and all."

Hunter shrugged. "You were just shaking a bit, I thought something was wrong. As long as you're fine."

Roger nodded and let out a sigh. He lied back down, rested his head on the wolf again, now identifying it as an acceptable position to be in, except this time facing upward.

He was met with a smile. He smiled back, in relief.