Totoka River breath of harsh air

Although Tweed had not yet hit sexual maturity, and there were plenty of other more pressing matters on his mind, he did note that this particular wolf was a) female and b) not trying to eat him... or his food, for that matter. Once he had devoured every single bit of his meal, Tweed licked his lips and turned his attention to the red wolf. He had grown more and more feral the longer he stayed a loner, and his voice was a rarely used thing these days. And yet...

"What happened to your face?" he asked, immediately realizing that she had probably heard that question a thousand times before. "You don't have to tell me." Tweed paused, admiring her for a moment. "You're pretty."