Sleeping Dragon a quiet procurement

The black and white wolf settled into a perfect seat, like a statue of a wolf solidified with ice. Cirrus stood drooling in complete discordance, his weedy body trembling with… something. Nervousness? Excitement? Hunger? Eyes fixated on the beautiful wolf before him – he didn’t notice Lucani leave, for his world had become Magpie.
 
When she spoke he yearned to confess. Storm cast about his mind as he sucked back in the drool lingering on his lips. He could not understand exactly what she wanted him to confess to. All of his crimes from birth? The one which landed him here seemed the safest bet. “I-I trespassed, and that is wrong.” Storm stuttered out his words quickly, for he felt the few moments of silence he had taken to think it over might have painted him in a bad light “but a bear might have killed me if I had stayed outside the borders.” Again the half-truth came easily, one of the few things he had clung to in his prison. Goliath no longer seemed to be around to deny this fact, although Heda seemed less than inclined to believe the bear had literally chased him over the borders.
 
“It was brown. But I was wrong.” Storm added again quickly with child-like eagerness to provide her with what she wanted, mixing up his sentiments and turning his eyes onto the meat between them. Was his confession worthy?