Are you what they call a war... horse?

As Oscar tells off the wolf for scaring him, he watches as it jumps and stumbles backward. Eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if this is some kind of trick to make him put down his guard so that the huge creature can eat him. Not for one minute does the ass believe the surprise that appears in the beast’s eyes. Scowling at the wolf, the donkey stomps his back hooves and flicks his ear in a show of agitation as the stranger begins to speak. Turning his head to give the predator a side eyed, untrusting look as he… moves away to give him more space?

Bewildered, the donkey watches the wolf move around the strange wreckage, picking up some strange metal shapes here and there. At his comment about interesting stuff, Oscar snorts and dips his head, nodding as he says, “Aye, ya can say that again.” ‘Not the least of which is you’. Oscar doesn’t voice the second sentence but his furrowed brows and searching look seem to speak volumes as to what he is thinking. As the wolf offers his name before moving to scoot away, the donkey calls out, “Name’s Oscar! Been a pleasure Remus.”

Another snort, this one to himself as the ass turns away from the retreating wolf to begin trotting through the dead metal beasts on his way back north. As he goes, Oscar mumbles to Nugget, “Why are all wolves so confused by a talking donkey?” As he ponders the meaning of his existence, Nugget keeps his head firmly tucked underneath his wing and ignores the world around him.


"Oscar Monaghan"