Big Salmon Lake The devil in wolves fur

He hums to her reply and his interested eyes gaze at her intently, it almost seems like he’s trying to convince her to tell him through telekinesis. “Like what? Any way I can help, cariña?” He asks, then takes a metaphorical step back. “Unless you do not wish to share.” He offers as a way out. 

Then he smiles at her. Their pack did have quite a few pups didn’t it. He wonders if they’re all hers, or what other she-wolves have had any. After she gets what she need for those ‘parasites’ of hers, he allows himself to dig in. Large teeth crunching on bone and slicing through meat.