Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

Grezig watched Aleks sink to the ground beside her. ’No need to thank me, but you're welcome,’ he said. 

She nodded, unsure if she should say anything else. Maybe redact her thanks. But then he was speaking again. He was offering to help her in “a more productive way.”

“What does that mean?” she asked him. “What other… services are you offering?” She wasn’t sure how else to ask that question, though the way she’d asked it made her feel awkward. Trying to brush off the awkwardness, she plunged ahead without waiting for a response. “Do you plan on joining any packs before winter sets in?”

But the male, who had been so hopeful only moments before, no longer seemed interested in helping her. With an annoyed snort, especially after all the trouble Grezig had just gone through, she got up and left him there. Sometimes she did not understand males.

[Exit.]