Silver Creek Anybody Home

The curious little snowball drifted towards him, unabashed and unperturbed by his typically unsettling presence. Grievous was intrigued. The girl was young enough not to know better, and he was just conniving enough to take advantage of it. A better man might have thought to return her to her own father, but this wolf was a greedy and lonely sort. He would keep her, if he could manage it.

He sat down as she spoke, aware that he did not intimidate her, but wanting to present himself as gently as possible. His tail wagged a little, and he angled his head curiously towards her. Funny, you say... he mused quietly. Is it a bad smell, little one?