“A farmer is a better service than a woodcutter.” Bartleby knew he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he really hated woodcutters. She implied that this farmer would be under his rule. He was glad for that. The wolf was not certain he could handle not being the alpha male.
“I am certain that my clothing will need mending eventually,” he told her, returning her smile. Staying with her and her grandmother might be a good place for him. As long as the senior female also did not recognize him. He would not know what he would do if she or anyone did ever figure it out. But it was worth the risk.
“I cannot promise it will be as good as a real stonemason, but I will do my best to help.” He had studied the dens humans lived in. He was fairly certain he could reproduce the building. As soon as he discovered what a chimney was. “I think working in exchange for food and shelter is very fair.” He smiled again.