Bramblepoint long way 'round

So he's been poisoned, she thought to herself, looking at the male with even more interest, now. Even if his fiery coat hadn't attracted the wanderer's eye, and mention of ailments always did the trick. Peering closely at the other wolf, Doe decided that he certainly wasn't fine. Interesting.

"You don't remember?" she asked, deciding not to respond to his quip about her having stilled her paws. She was confused about what he meant by that, sure that he would not point out something so obvious for no reason. There must be some joke she was missing, like always. But perhaps he was simply mad with fever - she might never know.