Sheepeater Cliff disco party

In a way they both had their guards about them which made for an interesting conversation. Tulind, was reasonable cautious of being eaten, and the male just seemed intent on screwing with her. It was a precarious balance.

Erecting her invisible brow at his admission, Tu wondered just how long he could survive with his solitary status. Certainly there had to be a sensible reason as to why wolves lived in such collections to begin with. "Well, you would do good to think on it and soon... winter won't wait forever." It was a stretch bypassing autumn, but her point remained valid. She would be remiss to discover such a reasonable wolf dead from frostbite.

However, his next comment gave her pause. Well, his choice of wording to be exact. "And tell me wolf, what exactly do I taste like?" He seemed ominously familiar with the flavor to mention it that way. Rising to her feet again, but making no other motions to leave, Tu wondered if he would make up for it or ruin their meeting entirely. Until then, she would tell him nothing of her followers.