"White Wolf! White Wolf!" The children have returned to play with the goats, and have just as clearly been lying in wait for him to emerge from the hut.
(After a difficult discussion with Shuri, she'd agreed to draw that line firmly rather than risk something happening if he was startled awake.)
"White Wolf! Who is that woman? Where did she come from?" They dash over to surround him, patting at his arm with gentle hands, their questions tumbling over each other. "How did she get here?"
Bucky turns, with a little difficulty, and meets Sharon's eyes.
"Her name is Sharon. She's a friend of mine." A tiny smirk touches the corner of his mouth. "I don't know how she got here, but you can ask her yourself, if you want."
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"White Wolf! White Wolf!" The children have returned to play with the goats, and have just as clearly been lying in wait for him to emerge from the hut.
(After a difficult discussion with Shuri, she'd agreed to draw that line firmly rather than risk something happening if he was startled awake.)
"White Wolf! Who is that woman? Where did she come from?" They dash over to surround him, patting at his arm with gentle hands, their questions tumbling over each other. "How did she get here?"
Bucky turns, with a little difficulty, and meets Sharon's eyes.
"Her name is Sharon. She's a friend of mine." A tiny smirk touches the corner of his mouth. "I don't know how she got here, but you can ask her yourself, if you want."