Kildeer Rest if the stars start falling

 "Very funny," was all she replied with. Hecate was once a sassy, annoying wolf, thankfully had grown out of it. Pursing her lips, she thought for a moment. 

 "Are you hungry?" she asked. Obviously, he would be. He was practically halfway dead. It seemed the male was aware of his condition, but Hecate must've reminded him. The fortune teller felt that his demeanour had seemed a bit guarded at first, then it was as if he used sass as a defence. His personality was quite interesting, and the black wolf wanted to understand it. 

is it day or night??? (maybe we can have some fortune telling later :P )