Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

He chuckled lightly. "Are you enjoying this tale?" he asked, although the answer could only be invisible to the most oblivious of all. Which he was not. "Very well."

"The next day, the female did not need to venture out for food. She awoke to the smell of a fresh kill, and when she came out of her small den, she found another rabbit on the ground. And the familiar scent of the wolf nearby. She smelt him nearby. But she did not thank him. Instead, she began to eat.

This went on for the next week. She never worried about how the male was feeling, or thought about why he did this. Until one day, when she came out, and found not one, but four rabbits. And him, sitting there. Waiting for something."