Silvertip Mountain Sit still, look pretty

Anita dipped her head towards Ezekiel as he made his departure, and turned back to Valette. The fish was delcious, but her chewing was interrupted by another voice. It was Valette, and Anita turned curiously, swallowing the last of her meal. Valette's question struck Anita as odd--she hadn't really thought that someone would notice her reactions to Ezekiel's kind endeavor. Anita sighed, but gave a soft smile as she sat down. She wasn't quite sure how to answer the question.

"He's been awfully polite for someone who seems to despise me or my sense of humor," she laughed in between bites. "We didn't make the best first impressions on each other, and haven't gotten along too well since then," she added, scraping the rest of the fish from its bones. Don't forget the part about where Steady completely dragged you because of your behavior, was what Anita knew she should have added but didn't. "I have gotten scolded for not being the most polite wolf to him," was all that she said, pushing the fish remains into the river.

"But maybe he's getting better." Her full stomach told her that Ezekiel was attempting to be kind. However, she didn't know how long that would last.