Notes: For primeval100: challenge 293: Picture prompt. Part of what has now become the Man's Best Friend series - 1 / 2 / 3 .
Becker parked the car and walked toward the others. They were looking at something on the ground. Animal footprints in the mud.
“The anomaly was here,” Connor told him. “And something definitely came through.”
Leading them back to the vehicle, Becker opened the door. “Something did,” he said, showing them the cub.
Still sitting in the footwell, the cub shied away from Connor and Abby when they looked in. It whined softly until Becker moved closer and reached in to pet it.
“It seems to like you,” Abby observed, backing off. “Maybe you should drive it back to the ARC.”
Becker opened the gate on the cage and watched the wolf cub edge out cautiously. He’d had to make all kinds of assurances to Lester before he was allowed to bring it home, but the poor thing had whined and howled when he put it into the menagerie.
The cub prowled around the room, exploring its new surroundings carefully. It sneezed when it sniffed at the Christmas tree, the tinsel tickling its nose, before eventually curling up in front of the fire.
Becker smiled, watching it getting comfortable; he couldn’t leave it alone in the ARC at Christmas, could he?