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Another.

“Okay. Personal boundaries.”

He doesn't seem overly concerned with those.

I look at the wrapper.

Then at him.

Then at the wrapper again.

“This is probably a terrible idea.”

His ears perk.

“Don't encourage me.”

I break off a small piece.

Maybe one bite won't hurt him.

He's also the size of a pony, so presumably the rules are different.

That's science.

Sort of.

Alchemy-adjacent science.

I hold the piece out. My hand shakes.

Just a little.

Liar.

“Here.”

The Wolf doesn't move.

“Go ahead.”

Still nothing.

I swallow.

“Or don't. That's fine too. In fact, not eating things strangers hand you is probably an excellent policy. I should tell my students that more often.”

He steps closer.

My rambling stops.

One step.

Then another.

And another.

Until he's right in front of me.