Katrina did not mind the boy’s company (rather she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit) but she could tell when her presence was not entirely desired. Anyone with eyes could have noticed the way he looked at her to know that he wasn’t jumping for joy upon discovering her again. Any blind wolf could have even felt that her presence wasn’t wanted but Kat wasn’t going to back down. No way, especially now that they were getting somewhere on the talking.
It was obvious know that he believed that packs did not want a coy-wolf running amuck. Of course, she didn’t see why it was such a big deal. Big whoop, he looked different but there really wasn’t any other discerning feature or trademark about being half wolf. It wasn’t like he had a say in who his mother fooled around with. Then again, her mother and father had been through just about everything and they still loved each other more than she could even express. Their love was true and perhaps one day she would find that sort of thing in someone. For now, however, she was only looking to have fun.
Nobody would listen to him? Pft, well. That was because he was too stuck up to listen to anyone else besides his own voice. “Then why not have a partner that is full wolf?” she inquired with narrow eyed, mischievously planning her next move carefully. “I can help you—on mutual terms of course. I have no interest in being mated Alphas, yuck.” Though shy, she was certainly intelligent and knew when not to push buttons and he wasn’t her type anyways (though, she doesn’t know what she likes anyways).