Enid Wolf staring at a sleeping Wednesday next to a dying fire, approaches slowly and sniffs at her
Enid: *shouting in the back of her head* FRIEND NOT FOOD!!!!
Enid Wolf: *internally* Not snack?
Enid: Okay she is kind of a snack, just be gentle
Enid Wolf settles down over Wednesday to keep her warm
Enid Wolf: *internally* protecc my snacc















