Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Chaska studied her reaction. She seemed to be enjoying it so far. So his plan was working. Or was it? It didn't matter. At least he cheered her up. And that was step one of his plan. So he went on with the story.

"The lone wanderer looked up to see another wolf growling down at him from a fallen log. Her eyes were fixed on his kill, but his were fixed on her. Studying every feature on her. She had a gash on her side. Finally, she spoke. 'That was my kill.'

The male scanned her over again. She looked so weak. So without hesitation, he gave the rabbit to her, placing it right under her nose. She looked at the rabbit, then back to the male. Never had anyone been so generous. With a huff, she dropped down and picked it up, before wandering off." He paused again, for the same reason as the last. Soon, he would come upon the point that would tip the story over.