Been a while since I snuck filthy filthy curse words into the comic by having them in another language! Gotta earn that self-imposed over-18 warning someh--oh, right, I forgot about the werewolf-boning.
“The fabled what?” Maeve frowned into her tablet.
“A man-ape said to roam the North American wilderness,” Peter explained. “I was kidding, of course, it’s purely a myth. Although you are keeping company with a werewolf so who’s to say?”
“Let me call you back, Peter,” Maeve interrupted uneasily. “I really do think something’s moving around out there."‘
“Good night! Keep me posted!”
CALL DISCONNECTED, Sentry reported.
Maeve looked up—and gasped. The empty prairie was gone, replaced by a cluster of coniferous trees surrounding the truck, which was now parked in a clearing of smooth grass. “Wait. Where’s the road?” Maeve cried. “Veronica! Veronica!”
From the sleeper cab came a muffled clonk. “Yow! zkurvysyn!” Veronica swore.
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