She turned towards the hill. Bruno meditated under the scorching sun with his eyes closed and whispered something unintelligible. Il sat down beside her and sniffed, looking at the quiet midday village below:

- Hi.

Why are you naked and covered in blood? The boy looked at her in fear. Did the gnomes attack?

“No.” She pulled the smoldering joint out of his fingers and took a puff. - Wolf.

— Wild? Bruno raised an eyebrow.

“Something like that,” Ilona sighed. “But I broke it. Hairy freak.

“I didn’t doubt you,” the guy hastily pulled off a sweatshirt that smelled of sour sweat and threw it over the girl. -...