Grouse Thicket Smile costs nothing

His body ached much more than he'd anticipated, did Buffalo really injure him that much? It certainly didn't seem so at the time, perhaps this winter made him grow even weaker. Still, it seemed pain bundled in areas he didn't recall even being bruised during their spar. Certainly, the mountain of a wolf was careful with the yearling too... it just didn't add up.  

His mind was taken off his pains once he noticed a dark figure lingering not too far away. Another spar mate? No, not in this condition. The fellow sauntered over slowly, his eyes spotting the frosted black feathers around the two of them.  The boy managed to keep his space, he didn't need to cause any more trouble for himself right now. So, in an attempt to start a conversation he picked up one of the fallen feathers in his mouth and mumbled, "Perhaps the lady would fancy a feather in her fur?"  It was bolder than Atticus cared for, but after spending the wintry months alone he couldn't care enough to politely introduce himself with small talk. No, this was a lady and he was to be gentlemanly- even though it was truly his need for companionship, whether it only last an hour or not, that prompted his actions.