“Hey Buddy.” Oli scanned the view from the front door as he let himself in. Nothing he could see seemed to have been overturned or shredded, but Oli wasn’t sure he trusted his eyes all that much. He sniffed deeply.
No urine, no faeces, no blood. The scent of the wolf though, a thick mesh of yellows, ochre and burnt oranges, was everywhere. Oli leant against the door jamb of his bedroom and raised an eyebrow at the pair of yellow eyes looking back at him from what had been a sort-of neatly made