Totoka River cherry soul

Something about one or both of them seemed off-putting to the male. He departed from them, his reasons not quite understood by either wolf, but surely appreciated more by one than the other. Moorhen rounded on Driftwood when he was a good distance away, her ears pressed forward in irritation.

"Why are you mean to him?" she asked, halfway between irritated and just - helplessly confused. She'd always thought of Driftwood as very nice, but kind of a pushover. This new behavior didn't make any sense to her.