Each day Zander got better with my care. I had worried for the first couple days. His deep cut I had found on his chest took the longest to finally start healing. The day he woke up was the best of course.
I grabbed the fish I roasted on the fire and went towards the cabin. I hadn’t okayed Zander to go out and hunt on his own until he was full strength. He could’ve hunted now, but I wanted to give him some more rest.
When I brought Zander food, he looked up at me and smiled widely. There was no hint of flirtation or teasing with it. He was just being appreciative for once.
I smiled back and said, “I just cooked this fish for you over the fire outside. Hope you like it.”
He joked, “It looks a little burnt, but I’ll eat it. I’ve eaten worse as a wolf.”
“Someone thinks he’s a comedian now,” I teased.
Zander motioned for me to come over to him. I hesitated. So far, I slept in a separate bed from him. It was the proper thing to do.