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He was generous, when he could afford to be. It would be different if he was starving, although even then there was conflict between his nature and his instincts. He was a social wolf through and through.

"Oh yeah?" He said. In his experience, not many were in the habit of eating frogs. The blue-nosed wolf could make a meal out of them if he could catch enough. He liked their taste and their texture, but then he was not particularly fussy either. "So what is your favorite?" His was fish, of course, but he waited for the other male's answer before sharing that tid bit of himself.