The Sentinels Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

the gaunt wolf craned his head to view osprey's leg -- it was not until he was aware that his blatant stare was somewhat rude that he visibly retracted. his golden gaze passed briefly upon her own and a wry smile supplanted upon his broad muzzle as she revealed how she had acquired such a spectacular hurt. the irony was not lost upon the slate male. her inquiry caused him to pause -- at a glance it appeared he was uniquely unfit to answer such a question. he was perfect, wasn't he?

"i--- uh.. well.." he seemed to wriggle, searching for any sort of tender flaw in which to expose. "i almost starved to death a few weeks ago? uh.. the girl i liked ran away from me... um...  there's lots of things." he smiled sheepishly, the soft whump of his tail audible.