Whitebark Stream And maybe my story can have a happy end

his eyes creased to slits in an almost fox-like grin. i'm sweet? he chuckled, returning his gaze to aphrodite's. you are sweet for saying that. i like you, too. but to what extent? surya knew as much about courting as he knew about plants. he talked a big game, but he'd had more failures than successes.

oh, well. we've discussed this already, and we'll see how he does now.

artyom, surya replied, expression growing warm. i met him out on the plains. he seemed very nice—you might say 'sweet,' he teased once more, winking. when i was looking for a place to stay, he was really the only wolf i could think of to ask.

he owed the alpha male, big-time. he probably would have frozen to death out on his own, or at the very least perished from boredom. whitebark stream had given him a home, a purpose. . .and myriad possibilities. what about you? surya queried, idly chewing along the fish's curved skull.