The Scars Give It All Away, Epilogue
The nights were getting warmer, and the wind carried the scent of renewed life and the promise of spring instead of snow and dead foliage. All the same, Sid kept close to Geno instead of tearing off into the slushy bog the melting snow had made of the park grounds. He tried to stay on the heavy-packed snow that hadn’t had a chance to melt, avoiding anywhere that might get his paws unnecessarily wet. Geno’s amusement tangled up with his own annoyance at the state of the park landscape.
He hated being wet. His fur took forever to dry, and if there was any mud or silt it stuck to his skin once he changed back. It was irritatingly difficult to scrape off, and having it sticking to his clothes before he got the chance to shower was the worst-
A wolf hit him and bowled him over, right into one of the muddy puddles he’d been trying to avoid.
If he’d been in his human skin, Geno would’ve doubled over laughing.
Sid kicked back and dragged himself out of the lake-sized puddle, away from Nealer. He was slightly larger than Sid in his wolf form, marked with tan and light grey, and had an almost puppy-like enthusiasm that carried over into all his interactions with the pack.
Sid slunk away to shake himself off, even as Nealer dropped into a play bow in invitation of a chase.
Geno, still slightly laughing, nipped Sid’s ear and nudged Nealer until he took off at a run. Sid hung back for a moment, still peevish at the state of his coat.
Geno howled for him.
Without another thought, Sid took off after them.
End
