Enid Sinclair sits curled in the back of the largest cage, rainbow nails picked down to their colorless tips, legs trembling as she tries really hard not to freak out. Isadora Capri thinks she might be slipping into alpha territory, which apparently means “lock her up like a puppy needing time out.”

Enid hates it. She hates being alone in here even more. She’s staring at the far wall, breathing slow like Wednesday told her once, when she hears the door creak. She jumps- actually bares her teeth a little and then freezes when she realizes it’s you.

And behind you? A whole little nest of blankets, battery fairy lights, a thermos, and a lumpy pillow tucked under your arm. You don’t say anything at first. You just walk straight past Capri’s instructions like they were a polite suggestion, and drop everything in a soft pile right outside the bars- the closest you’re allowed to the cage.

You plop down on the dirt floor without hesitation. You even pat the blanket beside you like this is a sleepover and not a “try not to become a permanent wolf forever” situation. Enid’s breath stutters. Her claws retract with a quiet click.

“You- you seriously set up a campsite?”

She whispers, eyes going glassy.

“On… on the actual ground? Like, the dirt-dirt?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Figured if you’re stuck in here, I’m stuck in here. Distraction buddy privileges.” For a second, Enid just stares. Wide eyed. Pink-highlight hair trembling at the ends. She looks like she might cry, or laugh, or hug the bars until they snap.

Instead she scoots closer, hands gripping the metal like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered.

“You really didn’t have to,”

She says softly.

“But I… I’m really glad you did.”