Silver Creek you'll make a fine rug, cat

addison's answer was no less cryptic than iliksis' would have been. he delivered her a rather indifferent glance, finding little merit in such a belief. to him, the only thing that controlled your destiny was the good-will of the people in it -- one malign will was all it took to extinguish light and life forever.

he did not voice this, but a flicker of his insolent opinion of her belief was present in his gaze as she spoke again, this time of their eventual pairings. iliksis was not a man that was excited by much but other wolves' displeasure, but he had wondered for some time if he would be paired with a woman at all this season. if he wasn't... well... he had his resources to ensure that he got his pound of flesh when he wished.

"no." he answered, giving a flick of his tail as if uncaring. how like a woman, to fret over such small items -- perhaps their little heads could hold little more than the whims of their insipid fancies. deciding to amuse her for a while longer, iliksis queried: "who would you like to wed?"