Cedar Sweep i was born a shot-gun in my hands

No-no, its fine. I've been kinda slow with this girl too.

"You are a stranger to me."

She bristled. A huff of air escaped and a slow nod followed shortly thereafter. "Yes - I suppose you are correct." a mischevious smile, "-but that is no reason for me not to say hello." Her words were simply put. She was a friendly creature by design. Still, she was similar to a posion dart frog - beautiful yet deadly. There was no way she would have survived alone at such a young age without being able to handle herself. Her gaze narrowed to two amber slits, her disapproval coating her tounge like a thick paste. "It is also not a good reason for you to be quite so rude." This wolf appeared to be the same age as the other young male of the pack, but not nearly as sweet. She glanced around, pondering why she remained in the conversation - if it could be called that at all. Her eyes locked on the obsidian wolf once more. Why was he so distant? If anything he should be similar to the other yearling, or vice versus.