Golden Glade Little sorrows sit and weep

The white wolf didn't seem to be interested in his company, which drove a single brow higher up his forehead. What the crap had he done? He was being all concerned for her. Weren't girls supposed to like shit like that?

"Busy with what?" he asked, frowning at her. It didn't look like she was doing anything. Just sitting there, moping. He glanced down at the kill beside his paws thoughtfully. Maybe he ought to... Eh, no. That was for him, and rude girls didn't deserve treats anyway.