Swiftcurrent Creek ten things i hate about you

Nefarious had walked on a number of awkward things in his life, but few that left him well generally concerned about another's mental health before. Granted, he was a shaman and should have been used to unorthodox things, considering he had often fancied himself a prince of unorthodox growing up, having painted himself in numerous things ranging as putrid as sacrificial blood, to bathing in sea water and knotting seaweed in his fur for different things, but in all of his life he could honestly say that he'd never seen someone attempting to wear a deer, or walk around with it hanging under them. The shaman wanted to laugh but for the sake of it seeming rude Nefarious resisted.

It was apparent to Nefarious that he had caught her unaware, and that his presence and audience was unexpected when the shrill noise spilled from from between her lips and she let go of the carcass. Why? Almost spilled off of Nefarious' tongue but for a second the shaman remained quiet and contemplated her words, attempting to puzzle it out himself. He'd never really seen a “fat” wolf. He'd seen bulky wolves that seemed to be more muscle than they were much else — like Arux, for instance — and he'd seen pregnant wolves but he wouldn't have called an abdomen swollen with children 'fat'. “What do you mean fat? You mean like bulk? Or pregnant?” Because those were the only two options he could realistically come up without spending all night thinking about it he voiced them aloud to her in his inquiry.