Porcupine Ridge Curiosity killed the cat

By now, Kesan had almost forgotten her sharp words. It wasn't something that she did to purposely hurt people, it just sort of happened at times. Other wolves just didn't seem to see the beauty in watching nature, and couldn't understand her irritation at interruption. A mistake one would've thought she would've corrected by now, seeing how it had negatively affected her in the past.

Kesan watched him struggle over words as he tried to respond. It brought her amusement, how he awkwardly tried to reciprocate the compliment. However, she didn't outwardly display it, lest she scare him off by implying she was laughing at him. His inexperience and awkwardness only made him cuter. It also implied that he'd never been with anyone before. A turn on or a turn off, depending on who you asked.

Something clicked in Kesan's memory as he said his name. "Aren't there apples named Mac Tire...? No, aren't they McIntosh?" She pondered, not really expecting a reply.  Then Kesan said, "Celtic. Don't they believe in gods? Do you believe in gods?" Kesan did not believe in gods. However, she liked to learn about wolves with different cultures. They were quite intriguing.