Ravensblood Forest talking of michelangelo

"I haven't," she admitted, averting her eyes so that he would not read the guilt in her eyes. Even so, whatever he gleaned from her expression, her tone left no room for argument - she would not be saying any more on that topic, and quickly skipped on ahead to the next. "Hm," said Sunspot, mulling over the word. Swarthy. It didn't tell her much about the supposed alpha of this budding pack. That he was dark, and nothing more. She'd learned from his scent that he was young and able, but past the telltale chaos of adolescent hormones. Dark-furred was now added to the list.

"We don't spend much time gathered together, for wolves attempting to form a pack," Sunspot noted, speaking on something that had been bothering her for some time.