Lake Lewisia #295

Wild wolves had not been seen in the area in more than a century, driven out by farmers and herders and trappers, the human outriders of a future that left little room for the untamed. Yet that night, under the light of the full moon even, many caught glimpses of silver bodies running, slipping between the shadows of houses. In the morning, mysterious gifts appeared piled beside dog beds, treats snuck into pantries, and dogs and humans both awoke with joyous howls in their throats.

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LL#295

(Wolfenoot is tomorrow!)

Shabby Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving Day for us in the U.S. In light of this, we shall all have to make do without a recap this week. I am instead focusing on putting away a truly astonishing quantity of food.

Enjoy your Thursday, everyone, wherever you are. And remember to be thankful for the timeline we got, however dismal it sometimes may be.

Fiction reminds us that it could always be worse, and it can always get better.