“Are you really sure you wanna do this?” Oli arched at eyebrow at his friend. “Really?”
Buddy tilted his head, one ear turned outwards. Oli knew that look; the wolf was doubting his ability to make useful decisions again.
“OK, fine. Go grab your collar.”
Oli slung his denim jacket over his shoulder and packed a smaller size sketchbook, some pencils and a tin watercolour set into his bag before heading downstairs. Buddy was waiting on the doormat, collar in his teeth, tail wagging happily. Oli