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despite himself, aditya smiled. grayday could come off a bit aloof, but it was clear that the alpha had a big heart hidden in that thick gray pelt, especially if he was willing to have mercy on a poor injured hunk of living meat. and it was kind of. . .cute, seeing that little brown blob nestled into wolf fur.

"not desperate, just an idiot," he answered, rolling his eyes. his face grew solemn as he took in the rest of grayday's words. "i am sorry. that is. . .a terrible way to die." he couldn't even imagine. struggling for life, quills piercing the delicate flesh inside your mouth, no food reaching your belly. . .  he shuddered in revulsion.

with a whiff of that scat, adi was hot on the trail as well, and he lowered his nose to pursue it. it had been a long time--since his idiot friend, in fact--that he had even seen a porcupine. he was sure they looked a lot less menacing than the fearsome creature he had built up in his mind over the seasons.