Wilson had promised to track down ‘Wigfrid’ the next day. It hadn’t been difficult. She’d left quite a clear trail. Despite himself he’d enjoyed the stew she’d given him. He needed to return the bowl.
As he approached the camp he caught sight of a vast tooth trap field. Someone had gone over the top. That was for sure. Allowing himself a small chuckle he switched to walking on two legs, figuring that all fours wouldn’t give the best impression.