Neverwinter Forest For the LOVE of – Okay

Had anyone ever told her she was no fun? 

No, actually. Likely due to the company she kept, of course... but being fun was not her forte, or something she was interested in either. His question was met with a perplexed look of her own. That wolves did such a thing recreationally was news to her. "If it yields anything," she says decisively, "There will be consequence." If not, how was she to know? She was not all-knowing. Of course, it was not something she understood or condoned, and something Tonravik could not take seriously. Recreational? What did that even mean? Her lack of knowledge in verbs, adverbs, nouns, adjectives, and other wordy things were only obnoxious when posed with questions like this. So long as he knew that he'd have nothing to use between his legs by the end of it needed little more explaining. 

As for outsiders, "The Spine is affiliated with none." More trouble than it was worth. "Trespassers are to be attacked on sight, killed if possible," she informs. "When cubs do come along, those not of the Spine will know not one single inch of my land." Her ears pivot atop her head, the words said loudly for even the any lurkers in the Wood to hear. She trusted he would use his discretion and know how close "too close" was. Of course, she had missed the point of his question: breeding with outsiders.