“May I borrow your flask Brother?" asked Francis casually.
Tobias shook his head. "It is drained dry" he said, quietly lamenting.
Nonetheless Francis reached out his hand, and Tobias gave it over.
"Might I also have your rope?" he now asked - pointing to his waist tie.
Tobias reluctantly complied.
‘What next?’, he thought to himself wryly.
Francis threaded the cord through the beaten hook of the metal cup that jiggled its hinged lid as he slung it over the needle-haired neck of the she-wolf. It sat upon her spiky breast like a giant medallion. He murmured something so softly that only a wolf could hear, and she bolted away.
"Francesco, what is this pantomime?” asked Tobias confounded by his own anxiety. “That was my only flask!” he protested......
Tobias had not expected to stay for any great length of time. He was perplexed.
The wolf reappeared as abruptly as she had left, and Francis unhooked the cup from her neck, handing it back to Tobias. It was heavy with water.
"Know the need, short come the answer" said Francis, who whilst declaring this axiom, looked upon Tobias with the confidence of one who is self-sure of another's love.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, “AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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