Notes: For primeval100: challenge 290: Rain. Follows on from Found
Becker crouched, offering a digestive to the creature currently standing in the road in front of his car. It was some kind of wolf, only a cub, but even he realised it didn’t belong in this era.
The rain was getting heavier, soaking them both. The cub’s wet fur made it look rather pitiful, but still wary as it eyed the biscuit, daring to take it.
Thirty minutes and numerous biscuits later, the cub sat in the vehicle’s footwell, by the heater. Becker sniffed, grimacing at the aroma of wet dog.
“You smell,” he told it as it settled in.