Re: That afternoon
The wolf in question didn't notice he was being watched for a few long moments. When he did, however, he got to his feet and padded over to her without hesitation.
She looked a little like an island in the middle of all these people, with them, but apart. The stance was deeply familiar to him. Once upon a time, before Bellum, he'd enjoyed watching people, and he'd learned how easy it was to be isolated in the busiest places, watching and not participating.
He kept his eyes on her even as he wove around people on picnic blankets and buskers at the edges of the concrete, until he finally reached the bench where she was sitting. Domesticated, maybe, but with no collar to speak of. He moved around the bench to stop at the side opposite from where she was sitting, watching her right back.