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Chapter 63: Wander

"What to do, what to do..." Roger wondered to himself. They had made their way out of the wooded portion of the park to find a trash can so that they could rid themselves of what they had found.

He had hoped to find a refuge, but instead found that it was tainted. Still, it was not a fruitless venture. He had gained some information about the wolf that he had trouble convincing himself was true. When he thought about it, it made sense that the wolf, as quiet and reserved as he often was, would not do such things, especially when he was always so occupied with sports.

However, that being said, he was sure to have such urges. It was natural, a fundamental part of physical and mental development. Hunter must have seen something that piqued his interest at some point in his life, and perhaps acted upon it. At least, the fox thought, he should at least experience it in the morning, or the after effects of a nocturnal emission which would be out of his control.

He wanted to know at least that such things existed for the wolf, but he did not know how he could ever ask such a question; the question itself and even the information was in a sort of forbidden realm. The forced ignorance that he had to burden was haunting him.

They made their way to what seemed to be a plain field. There was only but grass in the flat land. He figured that it was as good as any other place in the area to sit and relax. If they needed to get out of the sun, they could head back to the wooded area fairly easily.

The family that had been playing nearby had moved toward the plain, as well. It was large enough that the two of them did not interfere with their celebration, though.

There was silence between them. Normally it would be well received and liked, but it felt uneasy and awkward. Roger attributed it to what they had found and discarded. The item was gone, the thought remained.

The wolf stared at the grass, pawing at it idly. The fox interpreted it as there being something on his mind, but was unable to ask or speak of it. He guessed at what it was and did not blame him for his hesitance, for he did the same.

He attempted to change the subject, to get their minds off of it. He spoke of the coming week and weekend. Would he stay at the wolf's house, at the fox's house, or neither? As far as he could tell, he did not have anything crazy planned for the next weekend, but he could not speak for the wolf.

Hunter indicated that there was nothing planned for next weekend, but the weekend after that they would be heading somewhere for his little brother's birthday. Roger nodded in acceptance.

There came a request for the fox to accompany them on their venture, and he was unsure if he should attend. It was merely the wolf asking him, of course, as he could not actually have word from the family since they were not present. However, the wolf was sure they would like it if he came along, since the general attitude was that the more there were present, the better it would be.

The wolf thought for a moment, and decided to just call his mom. Roger took the time to contact his own parents through text message.

It was confirmed that it was acceptable, and even encouraged, for the fox to attend. As for the fox's parents, they mentioned that it was okay, and that it was nice for him to get out of the house and make friends.

They made their way back to the woods, as Roger was beginning to feel the heat. It was not particularly warm outside, but being against the sun was something he was not quite used to. Yet, as they went under the shade, he began to feel cold. There was no road in which he would succeed, it seemed.

He curled up and began to shiver slightly, rubbing his arms to get warm. Perhaps it was the transition that made him so cold. Perhaps he was falling ill. He did not know.

Hunter gestured for him to come to him. He was sitting with his legs spread out, and he patted the area between.

The fox blushed, but conceded. Anything that would warm him up, he figured. He sat down and immediately felt the wolf put his arms around him and felt the wolf's head on his shoulder. He felt warmer.

He sighed and laid back. It was relaxing, he thought. He could feel his face flush, but he did not care at the moment. He enjoyed where he was, and no one could see them. He closed his eyes.

He felt the wolf's paws rubbing his torso. The fox let out a soft murr under his breath and sat still, content. He thought to himself that it was definitely something he could get used to.

He opened his eyes and it felt like something had changed. He checked his watch and noticed that half an hour had passed and the wolf's paws had retreated.

He sat up a little and turned his head. Hunter was awake and smiling at him, knowing full well that the fox had fallen asleep on him.

Roger apologized, embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said, "You seemed to have a talent at making me relaxed enough to fall asleep it seems."

Hunter nodded. "You did seem tired. Didn't want to wake you up."

The fox nodded and stood up, stretching. He looked back at the wolf, who looked to the side, his ears folded a bit. He sat back down, but away and facing the wolf. "What's up?"

The wolf seemed uncertain. "Well, I think you were falling asleep, I was still rubbing your stomach. I stopped 'cause I felt like something was, uh... poking out, I guess, and I didn't know if I had hurt you or something. I'm sorry."

Roger was confused initially, but as he begun to understand, his face immediately flushed and he nearly passed out. He stuttered out a "You... y-you felt something poking out?"

The wolf nodded. He seemed regretful of his actions and turmoil was apparent in his face.

The fox gulped. "I... I mean, you didn't, uh, hurt me or anything, I was just... I mean, you know, like when you wake up, sometimes... sometimes it pokes out, right?"

Hunter looked at him, once again uncertain, but it seemed he understood. His ears remained folded, and he turned his gaze downcast, and he said, "I guess."

The fox took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He felt now was time for an interrogation, while he has the golden opportunity.