This week with Arlene and Jeff:
..."Your eyes have been following me ever since I got up. Hungry, Boy?" he asked as if the animal could understand him. It didn't make any sound, but continued to stare at the meat in Morales' hand. He sank to his knees in front of the wolf, the stick making the descent a lot easier, then cut a piece of meat off and held it near the wolf's muzzle. It looked up at him for a second, then snapped the piece out of the human's hand, before looking back at him.
Morales cut more pieces. In short order, the chunk was gone. Pouring the pan half full of water, he slid it near the animal. It struggled to its feet, and after taking a step, thirstily lapped the pan dry.
"Well, well. Looks like you're a lot stronger this morning."
Laboriously, it walked over to the bars, stopped and looked back at the human. Morales shook his head. "You're not strong enough to survive out there, yet. I'll let you go when you are, but…" Then it dawned on him. Shit. Surely it isn't that smart, but if I let it go outside as weak as it is, and it won't come back in here, something will kill it. But if it just has to piss…
He took down three of the bars, but even before he had the last one down, the wolf was trying to push past him. Staggering, weak, it went on out the passage, then barely clear of the bushes raised a leg to piss - or tried to. Too weak, it swayed and almost fell. Squatting a little, it pissed for a long time.
"Damn, Boy. You really had to go," Morales said with a chuckle.
Again astounding the man, the wolf turned and just as laboriously made its way back inside to collapse in the same place, obviously exhausted. It closed its eyes and, as far as Morales could tell, was almost instantly asleep.
"Damn," he muttered. "You're one smart son-of-a-bitch."...
Have a goodun;