Suddenly a Succubus - Book Five
Copyright© 2025 by Nyx Nyghtingale
Chapter 58
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 58 - After months of chaos and magical threats, a new semester finally dawns for Aurelius University. Amara and friends have settled into a new and jubilant routine, working with other students to keep the campus safe while they work on repairing the Planar Gate. While minor threats from The Wilds occasionally crop up in the background, Vee finds herself struggling with a new problem: her angelic powers are beginning to fade. Can she keep herself, and her friends, safe without them?
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Ghost Magic Were animal Demons Oral Sex
Nick stared in surprise at the strange man now standing before them. Of all the things he’d expected might fall through an otherworldly portal, he’d never once considered the chances of meeting an actual person from another plane of existence. Stranger still, apart from his unusually polite tone and slightly exaggerated features, he seemed completely normal.
Well, as normal as you could possibly be while still having the type of body most fashion models could only dream of.
Tessa turned around quickly, casting a confused look at Nick. While he questioned the logic of her turning to him, the least likely to know anything about interplanar communication, for advice, he nonetheless returned her glance with one that silently suggested she return the greeting in kind.
“Uh, I’m Tessa,” she stammered. Nick walked closer, nudged her arm, and she quickly added, “Blackwood.”
Just as confused, but hoping to keep things cordial, Nick extended a hand with a warm smile. “I’m Nicholas van Buren. You said your name was Tadhgán, yes? I hope you didn’t hurt yourself too bad there, it looked like quite a fall.”
Tadhgán’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Nick and Tessa in turn. Although he grabbed Nick’s hand and politely shook it, there was an unusual intensity in the act, almost like he was afraid of something. “I’m ... doing quite well, and request no aid at this time. I hope it’s not rude of me to ask this, but where are we?”
“This is ... uh...”
Shit. What would people from other planes call this plane?
“This is Earth,” Tessa said quickly. “It seems like you fell through a soft spot, and you’re no longer in The Wilds.”
Another moment passed in silence as Tadhgán scanned the clearing around them. “Can I assume, then, that the two of you are not of the Fae?”
“Absolutely not!” Tessa scoffed. “We’re just humans.”
Tadhgán’s posture shifted so dramatically Nick briefly wondered if Tessa’s words held literal magic. His shoulders slouched, his eyes softened, and he sighed loudly as he released a breath he’d apparently been holding. “Oh, thank the moons. If you’ll excuse me a moment, I think I dislocated something when I landed...” As he spoke, he placed a hand against the nearby tree for support.
In addition to his changed posture, Tadhgán’s voice now carried a slight Irish cadence that hadn’t been previously detectable. “I’m sorry, you’re injured?” Nick asked. “A moment ago you said you were fine.”
“No, I said I wasn’t requesting aid. I’d be a damned fool to make blind requests from a faerie, and with how strange the two of you are dressed...” Tadhgán looked at all the snow surrounding them, even noticing his own breath as he grimaced in pain. “Can’t say I blame you, though, what with how cold it is here. Is it always like this?”
Tessa shrugged. “Well, no, we’ve got a pretty dynamic seasonal cycle, but right now it’s—”
A loud crash echoed out from deeper in the forest preserve, drawing everyone’s attention. As Nick looked, he saw Amara getting up from the ground, having just crashed into a large tree after narrowly missing one of the wolves. She shook the snow from her wings, then looked over at Tessa and shouted, “TESS!! A little help?!”
Tessa glanced back at Nick, who immediately nodded in response. “That’s more important. I’ll hold down the fort here.”
With a thankful nod, Tessa’s tattoos flared to life and she sprinted towards Amara. Their demonic friend pointed at something in the distance, presumably one of the wolves, before Tessa jumped on Amara’s back and the pair took off. As Nick was fairly sure they’d be able to handle this incursion, he turned his attention back to their strange guest.
“Sorry for all the confusion, Tadhgán. You’re actually not the only thing that fell through; a couple large wolves came with you. My friends are trying to make sure they don’t cause any trouble.”
A flash of recognition crossed Tadhgán’s face. “Ohh, that’s where they went. That explains a lot, actually. Well, okay, maybe not that much. I’m still not exactly sure what this place is. That girl, she called this place Earth? Am I on a completely different plane of existence?”
“That’s right, you are,” Nick said, trying to stay calm in the hopes of keeping their guest from freaking out. “I’m sure this is a little weird for you, but I’m happy to answer any questions you might have. In the meantime, if you’re feeling up for it, I can give you a quick rundown of what to expect here?”
Tadhgán slowly nodded as he processed Nick’s words. “Before we do anything like that, can you help me pop my shoulder back into place?” Although caught off guard by the request, Nick was happy to have something to do, and quickly agreed. “Great. Just put your hand here, and when I say so, give it a quick, hard push, yeah?”
Walking closer, Nick carefully placed a hand on Tadhgán’s right shoulder. “Have you done this before?”
“Oh, all the time. It’s no big deal, just easier with another person.”
Okay, cool. It’s no big deal, Nick. Just keep breathing, pretend like this is any other day. I’ve seen Amara recover from worse, right?
The two men locked eyes, then Tadhgán started counting down. “Three ... Two ... One ... Now!”
Nick pushed hard, throwing his entire body against Tadhgán’s. He shuddered as he felt the stranger’s arm slide back into place, but a grunt of relief from Tadhgán indicated everything had worked as intended.
“All good?” Nick asked.
Gently massaging his shoulder, Tadhgán nodded. “Much better! I can’t thank you enough for your assistance, Nicholas. Now, you said you could show me how to get back, is that right?” He shivered as he finished speaking, brushing some snow off his relatively thin clothing as he did.
“Well, it’s not quite that easy,” Nick said, feeling a little bit guilty about the admission.
“I can leave, can’t I?” Tadhgán asked.
“We’re not preventing you from leaving, if that’s your question. Traveling between planes is pretty difficult, that’s all. We’re pretty sure we have a way to get you home, but we haven’t tested it yet. It would be best if you gave us a day or two to set everything up.”
“Just a day or two? That’s ... well, it’s not great, but I can manage.” Tadhgán shivered slightly as he spoke, giving Nick an idea. While he had no idea what life was like in The Wilds, it was obvious this person was cold, and Nick was no stranger to walking around in the winter without a coat. He unzipped his jacket, slid it off, and handed it to Tadhgán with a friendly smile.
“Here, take this. You look pretty cold.”
A genuine spark of surprise flashed across Tadhgán’s face. “For me? That’s ... wow, thank you, Nicholas. Will you be okay without it?”
Nick shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Something tells me I’m more used to this kind of weather than you are.” Tadhgán threw the coat over himself, sighing with relief at the extra layer. Although Nick had to explain how zippers worked, and the jacket seemed a little small for Tadhgán, it did the job.
“Well, if I’m to stick around for a while, I should get a feel for the land. Care to show me around, Nicholas?” Tadhgán asked.
“Absolutely! There’re quite a few things you’ll need to know anyways, so that’ll give me time to get you caught up.” Nick gestured back towards the main path, and the two men started walking. “To be honest, I’m not entirely where to start, as I don’t know anything about where you’re from.”
“If it makes your life any easier, I can try pointing out things that look strange to me?” Tadhgán suggested.
“That’d be fantastic, actually. Otherwise ... shoot, I dunno, I’ll just do my best to give a quick rundown of what things are like here. To start with, you seem pretty familiar with faeries, but creatures like that don’t really live here. Everyone you meet, other than two or three of my friends, are human.”
“That’s certainly a relief,” Tadhgán said.
“Another important detail is that, for the most part, people don’t know about magic. Most of our society thinks stuff like faeries, demons, and witches are completely fictitious. Me and my friends know otherwise, but to try and keep people safe, we do our best to hide the existence of magic and other supernatural happenings.”
Nick and Tadhgán stepped onto the path, and as Tadhgán’s simple shoes found pavement, he paused. Looking down, he kicked away the snow covering the walkway and tilted his head in confusion. “This is a weird rock. It’s so ... long? Does it do that naturally?”
“No, we do that. Humans have a way of taking rocks and...”
Hm. How to describe this.
“We ... compress them to give ourselves paths, which makes walking around easier.”
“And this just happens out in the open like this?” Tadhgán gestured to the space around them, specifically how far away the nearest trees were. “There’s hardly any tree cover! Why do magic where it’s so easy to be spotted?”
“Oh, making sidewalks isn’t magic.”
Tadhgán furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Nick. “ ... Alright. Strange.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Nick started. “As we walk around, I’ll make sure to specifically point out things that humans consider magic. Hopefully, between that and your own questions, we’ll find a way to make your stay here as painless as possible.”
A brief shout drew Nick’s attention to the right of the path, followed by a burst of snow. Out of the flurries, a series of pawprints appeared on their own. The tracks led away from the shout, and seconds later, Vee sprinted into view.
“Can’t you just pick it up?!” she shouted.
Chloé appeared for a fraction of a second just above the tracks. She was holding tight to the coat of one of the wolves, which itself was attempting to flee while pulling her along like a stray balloon. “I’m trying! I can’t turn off its gravity!” Chloé shouted back at Vee.
The wolf, Chloé, and Vee all disappeared into the forest preserve seconds later.
“So, uh, that’s magic,” Nick said. “Humans can’t normally turn invisible, or float in the air like that.”
“No floating, gotcha,” Tadhgán nodded. “What about flight? That other girl we saw earlier had those impressive wings.”
“That’s Amara, and she’s a demon. Humans don’t have wings, either.”
“You’re friends with a full-fledged demon? There’s certainly got a lot of magic sitting around for a place that doesn’t believe in it,” Tadhgán said with a mischievous chuckle.
Nick found himself laughing as well. “It’s a side effect of this specific place. The planar boundaries here are especially thin, which means the planes can cross over at any time. That’s how you and all those wolves fell through.”
“They can be right bastards when they’re in the mood,” Tadhgán said, still laughing. “I’d offer to help, but I’m still not feeling great from that fall. The shoulder was the worst of it, but now that I’m walking around, I think I busted up my leg too. Although, I can help track them, if you like.” Tadhgán gestured towards the forest and the path of the stray wolf.
“If you’re feeling up to it, that would be great!”
“Fantastic!” Tadhgán took charge, charting a path alongside the tracks as he started off towards the forest. “Now, what kind of threats can I expect in the woods?”
“Threats?” Nick asked. “Um, try not to fall again, I guess. You might twist an ankle or something.”
“I know how to hold my footing, Nicholas,” Tadhgán said with a sly smile. “I’m talking about other creatures. How big is the wild life? What kind of hostile plants live around here?”
“We don’t really have anything like that,” Nick admitted. “This place isn’t a true forest the way you might be used to. There’s likely to be quite a few deer roaming around, but they’re completely harmless. I don’t think we have any wolves, at least other than your friends from The Wilds, and larger predators haven’t been seen here in decades.”
Tadhgán paused, turning to face Nick. “You’re telling me this forest is completely safe? Not a single thing here wants you dead?”
“Yes?”
“Huh.” Both men stared at each other for a moment, but soon enough Tadhgán nodded and returned to his self-appointed task.
“What’s your home like?” Nick asked, his curiosity winning out.
“Do you mean my actual home? Or the entire plane?”
Nick shrugged. “Both, I suppose.”
Tadhgán stood up tall for a moment, looking around before changing direction slightly. “The trees are much bigger, I’d say, though it can depend on where you’re traveling. I’ve yet to lose sight of the sky here, which is a tad unusual. It’s nowhere near this cold, and definitely not this dry; I can practically feel my skin shriveling off my bones as we speak. It’s also strangely quiet here. Where are the buzzing insects? The singing birds? The elk chittering back and forth and the griffons clashing overhead?”
“Did you say griffons?” Nick asked incredulously.
“Aye. Are they not common in these parts? I guess that’s fair, I don’t see too many places they could perch...”
“They’re not uncommon; they’re nonexistent. Everyone you meet here would consider them a completely fictitious creature, the stuff of myths and legends.”
Tadhgán approached a large, fallen tree and cautiously climbed atop it before turning back to Nick, offering a hand. “Why would a creature of myth be fictitious? Are myths not stories meant to pass on knowledge to the next generation?”
Nick grabbed Tadhgán’s wrist and jumped onto the tree himself. In doing so, his right foot lost its grip and he very nearly fell off the tree. Thankfully, Tadhgán managed to catch him in time, grabbing Nick’s arm with one hand and his waist with the other. Once Nick found his footing again, he looked up at Tadhgán and smiled. “Thanks for that, I’m not used to hiking around in the winter like this. Anyways, around here, people consider myths to be tall tales, stories invented for the sake of telling a good story, and no other reason. Most people also think faeries aren’t real, as another example.”
With a slight shudder, Tadhgán released his grip on Nick’s waist. “Be glad you have the freedom to think the Fae are fictitious. If I never had to see a faerie again for the rest of my life, I could die a happy man.”
“Are they really that scary?”
“Scary? Nay, that’s not the right word. They’re beauteous, immaculate, beings of pure joy and wonder and chaos. You look at them and everything feels right, like you’ve just found your place in the world, and it blinds you to what they’re capable of. The Fae wield power that’s hard to understand, they feed and delight in things you and I would find trivial. Carnivorous trees with mouths the sizes of bears are scary, but faeries are something else entirely.”
As he spoke, Tadhgán’s eyes glazed over in memory, and Nick couldn’t help but shudder. “Let’s hope I never meet one, then.”
A tense silence fell between them, and when Tadhgán spoke again, he did so in hushed tones, as if scared someone were listening in. “I have a small wooden totem in my house that’s not mine. It doesn’t belong to anyone in my family, and I don’t remember when it appeared. It’s a carved figure of a griffon; made so carelessly it looks to be the work of a child. On the bottom, barely legible, is a simple message congratulating me on earning my name. That ceremony took place ages ago, and I distinctly remember each and every person I invited.”
“So, what, a faerie put it there as a prank?” Nick asked, chills running down his spine.
Tadhgán shook his head vehemently. “Impossible. A faerie wouldn’t dream of entering someone’s house without permission.”
“Then what is it?”
“Most likely it’s a gift from a friend. A treasured companion from my youth that I invited to the ceremony, who cared enough about me to carve me something by hand. Then, at some point, this friend met a faerie. Maybe they misspoke, maybe they made a deal, maybe they stepped on the wrong pebble and insulted the faerie’s honor, it’s impossible to say. Somehow, all memories of this person were wiped from existence; they have no name to mourn, no memories to treasure fondly. They might still exist, wandering the forest as a husk of who they used to be, or maybe their entire existence was undone. For all I know, I was madly in love with someone and had them stolen away, or maybe I lost a sibling. That’s the true fright of a faerie, Nicholas. That’s the kind of power they live with, and their own perceptions of reality are the only things that matter to them.”
“That’s ... Tadhgán, I’m so sorry,” Nick muttered. He grabbed Tadhgán’s shoulder, drawing his attention, and looked deep into his eyes as they spoke. “To lose someone and not even have the memories of your time together, that’s awful.”
“I say a prayer to that totem every new moon,” Tadhgán whispered back. His voice carried a sincere vulnerability, and they met each other’s gaze without flinching. “Whoever that person was, they’ll never have a memorial in their name, or a tree planted in their honor. It’s the indifference that truly haunts me, Nicholas. The thought that this person deserves to be grieved, and I can’t even give them that.”
Nick couldn’t think of anything to say, and instead settled for sharing this moment of silence with Tadhgán. He saw such compassion in this person’s eyes, and despite having only known him for a short while, he felt a sense of companionship through his earnestness. He was unafraid to share his thoughts, his emotions, and Nick appreciated that.
“Anyways,” Tadhgán said, sniffing and rubbing his nose. “I should probably stay on task, right? I believe we’re trying to hunt down those pesky wolf friends of mine.”
After a quick survey, Tadhgán picked a direction and hopped off the fallen tree. Nick followed closely behind, and they only made it a few steps before the sounds of panicked running approached them from the left. Turning to look, Nick saw Amara closing fast, although Tessa was no longer riding her back, instead running a few steps behind her.
“Nick! Have you seen any of them? It’s the weirdest thing; I can barely smell them, and they blend in so well it’s practically impossible to keep my eyes on them.” After a quick pause, Amara realized Nick wasn’t alone. “Wait, who’s this?”
“This is Tadhgán, he fell through with the third wolf. Tadhgán, this is Amara, who I told you about earlier.”
“Ah! The demon!” Tadhgán said excitedly. “Pleasure to meet you, and to see you again, fair Tessa. Our little friends are likely going to be on the hunt for some kind of shelter, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they end up looking for a cave, or maybe some place with an outcropping. It does look like all the activity has them spooked, though; they’re not moving as a pack yet. There’s actually one right over there, hoping we haven’t seen it yet.” Tadhgán pointed off into the distance, presumably at one of the wolves, but Nick couldn’t see anything.
Thankfully, the hint proved more helpful for Amara, who gestured for Tessa to hop on her back again. Once they were ready, she flexed her wings and used them to propel herself into a sprint. After the first few steps, Nick finally saw the wolf in question; the movement seemed to spook it, and it immediately started running again.
Now alone once more, Tadhgán continued tracking the wolves as they moved through the forest preserve, and Nick did his best to prepare Tadhgán for everything he might encounter here on Earth. As nervous as he was that Tadhgán might let something slip, his nerves lessened the more they talked. Their guest seemed quite smart, and if nothing else, he understood the importance of keeping magic under wraps.
As time passed, the wolves continued fleeing deeper into the preserve. The gentle slope of the land, coupled with Nick’s previous knowledge about this place, told him they were approaching the lower areas of the park. This hardly seemed to surprise Tadhgán; as he’d mentioned earlier, the wolves were likely on the hunt for shelter, and he seemed to think it made sense to travel towards lower areas in search of caves, fallen trees, or something of the sort. After nearly half an hour of walking, Tadhgán held up a hand to silently ask for Nick to pause, which he did immediately.
Glancing at Tadhgán, Nick tried to silently ask what he’d found. While he didn’t get a verbal response, his confusion eventually faded when he saw Tadhgán’s shoulders slouch. Nick followed his gaze, then saw a small deer standing off to their side.
It stared at them, completely unmoving, and Tadhgán quickly gestured for Nick to crouch down. Nick did so without hesitation, though Tadhgán took a single step closer before he fell to his knees. Miraculously, after another tense few moments of silent judgment, the deer nervously stepped towards Tadhgán. When nothing happened, it took another step, then a third, and a minute later, it had reached them.
Tadhgán reached out, a massive smile on his face, and the deer pushed its forehead into his palm. “Hi there, lovely. What’s your name?”
The deer said nothing. Somehow, this surprised Nick.
“You’re awfully far from family, aren’t you?” Tadhgán whispered. As he slowly scratched behind the deer’s ears, he subtly looked at Nick and gestured him closer with his eyes. Doing his best to stay quiet and move predictably, Nick continued to mirror Tadhgán’s movements.
“I’m Tadhgán, and this is my good friend Nicholas. Can he say hello as well? He’d love to meet you.”
Another quick glance between them, and Nick swallowed nervously. He opened his hand and extended it with his palm up, almost in disbelief at what was happening. The next creature he locked eyes with wasn’t Tadhgán, but the deer. They studied each other for a moment, then the deer stepped closer and repeated its earlier action, pressing its head into Nick’s hand.
Its fur was thin and quite cold. Nick gently scratched just under its ear, but it soon shifted its head until Nick was petting underneath its chin. Nick couldn’t help but smile, grinning from ear to ear at this strange event, and he looked up at Tadhgán in disbelief.
“See? We’re all friends here,” Tadhgán said, stepping closer to Nick and the deer. “I don’t think you should stick around for long, however. There’s a pack of wolves roaming the forest, and I’d hate for them to find you.” Tadhgán turned slightly, pointing in the direction he and Nick had initially approached from. “If you head that way, you should be able to avoid them.”
A second later, the deer pulled its head away from Nick. It looked at Tadhgán, then without warning, dug its hooves into the ground and ran off.
Tadhgán rubbed his hands together as he chuckled. “You seem quite taken with her, Nicholas.”
“I’ve just never been that close to a deer before. It was incredible, I don’t know how you did that!” Nick said.
“Ah, it’s nothing,” Tadhgán said. “I’ve just got a way with animals. She was strangely quiet, but I’m glad she understood me. Anyways, we should probably get back to the tracking, yeah?”
And with that, the two men returned to their primary task. It wasn’t long before they found themselves approaching one of Nick’s favorite features of the Demali Forest Preserve—a small canyon with a tiny river on its floor. Steep, rocky walls jutted out from the ground on either side, and as they started weaving through the canyon, Nick heard voices coming from above them.
“—there’s no way it jumped, right?”
“I’m pretty sure it did, Vee. Here, grab my hand, I’ll get us to the ground.”
“No phasing this time!”
“Aww, c’mon, it’s not that weird.”
“It is too! I’ve never done it before, and I swear I felt the wolf’s fur sliding over my bones. What if a strand of hair got stuck inside me?”
“That’s not how it works! Well, probably. It’s not like I’ve run extensive tests about it.”
“You’re not making me feel any better, Chloé!”
The sounds of their conversation floated closer as Nick looked up. Vee slowly floated into view; her hand extended over her head as she tightly gripped Chloé’s wrist. As they landed, Vee pulled a lock of fur off her jacket and shuddered, tossing it aside before turning her attention to Nick and Tadhgán.
“Hey, you two,” she said. “Can I assume your presence means we’re on the right track?”
Tadhgán nodded. “You can. It’s not a bad place for them, honestly. A bit of shelter, the river would provide water, and it seems like they were slowly coming together a short while back. Any chance Amara and Tessa can block off the other side of the canyon so we can catch them?”
“Yeah, gimme a sec,” Vee said, pulling out her phone. “Where are you at?”
“...”
“What?! How did you end up there?”
“...”
“No, Tadhgán says they’re all at the canyon, and we need you to get to the other side so we can block them off.”
“...”
“Well, I don’t know, can’t you GPS it?”
“...”
“Okay, I’ll have Chloé flag you down, and then you take the other side, got it?”
“...”
Vee’s face turned bright red for a moment. “No one is double teaming anyone! Just get your butt over here!” After hanging up on Amara, Vee huffed and turned to Chloé. “Hey, can you—”
“Yup! Got it!” Chloé said, shooting into the sky to help Amara locate the canyon.
Tadhgán leaned closer to Nick and gently nudged him. “Okay, that’s magic, right?” he asked, pointing at Vee’s phone.
“Surprisingly not,” Nick said. “But I don’t blame you for being suspicious. If I hadn’t grown up here, I would absolutely believe phones are magic.”
“Phones?”
“Long story short, they allow us to talk to anyone we want, anywhere on the planet, at any time. We can also use them to access the entirety of human knowledge, take pictures, make art ... they can pretty much do everything.”
Tadhgán laughed as he shook his head. “You lot have the strangest definition of magic.”
Deciding it would be fun to show Tadhgán his phone, Nick reached into his pocket. He then quickly remembered that he kept his phone in his jacket, which he’d given away. Nick awkwardly asked permission to reach for the inner pocket, which thankfully Tadhgán didn’t find strange in the slightest. As Nick grabbed his phone, his fingers brushed against Tadhgán’s chest, and it was impossible to ignore how well-defined his body was.
Blushing slightly, Nick turned his attention to his phone. “Here, see? This is mine.”
“And you can make pictures with that thing? How?”
“So, if I click here twice ... there we go!” Nick leaned towards Tadhgán, angling the selfie camera so that they were both in the frame. Tadhgán flinched as he saw himself on the screen, and craned his neck closer to get a better look.
“I swear to the moons, Nicholas, if this thing traps my soul or steals my face...”
Nick laughed. “Don’t worry, it can’t do anything like that. Here, keep your eyes focused on that black dot, then smile in three, two, one...”
The camera clicked, and soon Nick had Tadhgán’s very first selfie in his phone. Tadhgán flinched in surprise, then ran his fingers over his face just to be safe. “What did that just do?” he asked, his voice betraying his concern.
“It’s like drawing a picture or making a painting, but the phone does all the work,” Nick said. He showed the picture to Tadhgán, then to prove the camera wasn’t harmful, he scrolled through his photos to show off other things he’d taken pictures of. “See? Now we have a picture commemorating this moment. No one is hurt; we all have our faces. Plus, I think you look pretty good!” Nick added with a laugh.
As they finished examining Tadhgán’s first selfie, Chloé flew down and announced that she’d found Amara. They now had groups on both sides of the canyon, and were fairly confident they’d be able to trap the wolves.
Tadhgán took the lead, carefully staying ten to fifteen feet in front of Vee, Nick, and Chloé. As he explained it to Nick, the wolves were familiar with his scent, and if they saw him first, he might be able to help pacify them. As he walked ahead, Nick couldn’t help but remember that he’d only given his new friend a jacket. Tadhgán’s legs were still mostly exposed to the elements, and Nick made a mental reminder to get him some better clothes once they pinned down the rogue wolves.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, the two groups met in the middle of the canyon. They waved at each other from hundreds of feet away while, in between them, Tadhgán carefully approached the three wolves that huddled together defensively underneath a small outcropping of stone.
Just like with the deer, Tadhgán was able to approach the wolves without issue. He gently brushed their coats with his hands, smoothing down their hackled fur and whispering soft reassurances to each of them in kind. Nick smiled as he watched Tadhgán work his magic again, then immediately wondered if, just like phones, Tadhgán would consider his affinity with animals simply a mundane fact of life.