We took advantage of a preventive stop the train made at a crossing over a highway to get off, and we disappeared into the thicket.
Sleeping had helped.
I asked Andre to change again into his other form and, after wrapping him up a little, I stored much of the food and my daughter’s supplies in the bag. Sasha stayed warm on my chest; she liked to rub her cheek against my fur and it amused her when I licked her face whenever she drooled. Her first teeth were already starting to bother her, so she drooled a lot.
That she seemed so cheerful with me in that form gave me much more encouragement. Having her innocent acceptance was comforting.
Besides, the canine habits I had grown unaccustomed to were becoming the first options in my range of reactions again, and I did not feel reluctant to
