Bramblepoint one for all

The stranger gave an evasive answer at first, and Goober's posture slumped a bit. Even the most optimistic wolf in the world couldn't go on like that forever. However, the stranger was quick to ask more questions, the last one instantly reminding Goober of the slash across his nose. He licked his muzzle, tongue sliding over the wound. "I don't have anything," he replied, bracing himself for what he thought was an inevitable attack. Goober was suddenly very on edge, and he felt a tightness in his stomach.

"You aren't going to try and eat me, are you? Because the last time somebody asked me if I had anything to trade, and I said no, he bit my fuckin' nose." Goober wasn't typically the sort to curse, but that had been a sore point.