Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Oh, wow.  Well, that's rude.  Maia replied, clearly bothered by that statement.  Why would a wolf do that? I thought normally...  She trailed off, as though realizing what she was about to say probably wouldn't land well.  Nevermind.  She fell into an awkward lull after that, considering the conversation so far.

She'd never met one of his like before, and as always, Maia felt she had an obligation here to learn more.  The best stories came from the strangest places, and this was the first creature in a long time that she felt really had the potential to give her something new.  Why was he different?  Was he different?  Where did he come from?  She had so many questions, and now she just had to figure out which ones to ask first.

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