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Day studied the pelt with interest, seeing a little bit more of why a shewolf might value it - it was certainly spectacular, after all. Something about it was very... pretty, despite the gruesome way they'd collected it. And, as Day began to warm up to Szymon's ways of courtship, Szymon in turn asked about his own.

"Cubs," he said at once - that was what one gave to a shewolf, when they truly desired her. What was a mate, if not someone with which you raised young? Love, though sweet, was imcomplete until pups came into the picture. Of course, one still had to woo their Chosen One before attempting such things - Day had learned this the hard way. He supposed fawn skin might woo some females, but he would try... something else. Anything else, really.

"Maybe food? I guess it depends on the girl," he said after a moment, answering the spirit of Szymon's question, this time. Somewhat disgruntled, he tried to imagine what he might've tried to give Krypton, if things were different. "Your guess is as good as mine," he decided, his shoulders rolling in a shrug. "There's your pelt, anyway. I'm going to get some of this back to my pack. Thanks for the hunt, and it was nice to meet you."

Picking up another haunch, he flicked his tail toward Szymon and trotted away.