Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

He had long since abandoned his dependence on social niceties. So a roguish smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as she answered him. She did not hesitate and seemed to take no offense to the questionable politeness of his questions. He found her character as appealing as her figure and her hunting prowess.

"Raven," he repeated. "Hm. Can't see the resemblence." He deadpanned. His attention on her remained steadfast. "Too bad about the mate," the black wolf hummed. "You would have looked all the better beneath me."

Jagwyr did not break stride, did not pause for a reaction, rolling his muscled shoulders as he delivered his impassive answer to the same questions he had asked her. "Did once. Not now."

His eyes moved to the bone then, and he resumed his casual gnawing, twitching an ear as a mosquito buzzed around it.