i got my mind made up and i can't let go.

Koda watched as the girl freed herself from the thistles and came to sit near him. As she scratched herself, a shower of dirt and leaves came loose from her silver pelt. "Here, let me help you," he said with a laugh, gently using his teeth to remove a stubborn twig from her ruff. He took a step back, as if admiring his work. "There, much better," he said with a nod.

He barked a laugh as she explained her situation with the fox. "I know what you mean," he said, suddenly remembering the fresh scars on his muzzle. The story behind that cluster of scars was shameful, indeed, as any wolf with a lick of common sense would know better than to try and take a bite out of a porcupine. But he'd been hungry enough to try, and he got a mouth full of quills as a result. While he fully understood that it was his fault, he could understand feeling annoyed when a hunt just wouldn't go your way.

"My name's Koda, by the way," he said, suddenly realizing he hadn't even introduced himself yet. It had been a long time since he was in the company of another wolf, and his socialization skills were a bit rusty. "May I know yours?"