Firestone Hot Springs The door to December

Sitting down, the female wolf inquired who he was and why he was starving... great. Nothing better than feeling vulnerable and weak to another wolf. He grunted in response and, wavering, rose to the same position she was in.

"I suppose you deserve an answer for saving my life." he spoke quietly. He sighed, but it came out as more of a huff. He looked around for a moment, and then began speaking again while staring at something far-off. "I'm Kisu." He paused a brief moment before continuing. "And I believe I ate some bad berries..." he pronounced sheepishly.

"This is embarrassing..." He mumbled to himself. Kisu turned his head and focused his eyes intently on the she-wolf for the first time.

She was about 30 pounds lighter than what his normal weight was; he had no idea what he compared to her in this state. The regal manner in which she held herself made her look very queen-like, but he could tell by her size and her face that she was still young and not fully grown. What's a pup like you doing out on your own? was the next thought to bounce around in his head. I may not be a challenge in this state, but what if I had been healthier and a vicious, one-track-minded wolf, thirsting for blood? I could have ripped her to shreds...

"You should get back to your pack," he proposed, watching her striking pale blue eyes carefully to gauge her reaction to the words that he had just spoken.