A sequel to a feral cat-girl
Mike was far less help than Luke had hoped he’d be. Mostly, Mike was standing off to one side, laughing. “Luke, only you could go looking for students and find a feral tiger.”
“She’s not one of ours. At least, I don’t recognize her and she looks a little too old to be one we were supposed to get.” Luke shifted his grip as the catgirl tried to bite him. “I don’t think she has rabies but I don’t really want to find out the hard way, and I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Have you tried talking to her?” Mike smirked from his safe position out of harm’s way. “I know that’s not really your specialty….”
“You try talking to her. I think she thinks I’m dinner.”
“You know, I think some chatting would do you good. Just say hi to her, Luke.”
“Just a couple words, then I’ll help.”
Luke sighed. “Hello, kitty.” He felt stupid. She was snarling at him more like a cat than a person. Right, what would he say to an unhappy animal? “Easy, there. I don’t want to hurt you.” He mellowed his voice. “I don’t. I have some food back in the van, actually, if you’re hungry.” She wasn’t over-thin, but if she was wild, she was probably hungry. “And fresh water. Do you understand? Water.”
She’d stilled and was staring at him. He didn’t know if she followed anything he said, but she seemed to be relaxing.
Then, suddenly, she stared over his shoulder. Her ears went back and she hissed.
Luke turned, half-losing his grip on the girl as he did so, just as what was clearly a dog-boy leapt on Mike.
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