Blackfoot Forest New comer

She spotted him, raising an eyebrow. The brute shrugged, not bothered by the fact that she probably thought he was being rude. Just because it sounded rude, didn't mean it was meant that way, but hey, who was he from stopping her assuming things. If he wasn't worried so much that she might get a cold, he would've left by now.

A wound ey? And, indeed, he saw a wound on her shoulder. Now he knew, so what was holding him back from just turning around and leaving? Maybe the thought of getting paired up. He needed to be nice, otherwise the female who he got paired up with would be a pain in the ass.

Trying to find a quiet place to eat. He said, his muzzle pointing to the dead fox on the ground. Care to join me? He asked against his will.