Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

There seemed to be much happening within the confinement of the male's thoughts as the quiet stretched between them.  Harlyn was quite curious about him, as she often was about the quiet, stoic types.  She knew that every wolf she came across had far more to them than what they shared, often enough.  This male was no different, or so she suspected.


Harlyn smiled warmly at his response, finding so much more in it than the words that he shared.  "And what if I wish to call you Stick or Rock?" she asked boldly, "Would I be allowed to call you that?"