Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

Oh, now he was stoking the flames of her pride and Olive couldn’t say she hated it. If there was anything she valued for herself, it was a strong mind - beauty be damned. One should only be measured by the size of their spirit, as that’s truly the only thing to exist after the physical body passed. But her ego was interrupted at her shot himself down in the process, calling himself average and regular.

“You are anything but a regular wolf!” she exasperated in jest [albeit carrying strong undertones of seriousness]. “You are Birk of the Ice Fields. The survivor of barren lands, covered in ice and snow as far as one's eye can see. The man who sought something other than the lot that he was dealt.” the woman canted her head and lifted her chin at him inquisitively. He had asked her a question about the stars, and she gently stored it away in the corner of her mind, with every intention of returning to it later.

“Does that sound like a regular wolf to you?”