Broken Antler Fen Now for plan A

So she realized he was an ass, and was willing to (albeit indirectly) address him as such, which pleased him. There was no tip-toeing around here, which was a welcome relief. Jackalope wasn't one to mince words, or to try and adapt his language simply to avoid butthurt feelings- he felt all wolves should have good, thick skin and that if they felt inclined to deal out criticism, they ought to be able to take it as well. "True," He agreed, with a toothy grin. Wraen didn't seem to take everything too seriously- and that was nice for a change.

She was also confident enough to make comments about other packs, which pleased him. He'd thought very little of the Glen wolves who hadn't even considered what their proximity to the Neverwinter Forest might mean for their hunting resources. And it was nice to see that for whatever reason, Wraen wasn't terribly surprised both packs had failed- nor did she seem terribly torn apart by it. She seemed to have some empathy for Mal, but that seemed typical enough. For a guy that Jackalope felt was very little more than average, a lot of females did certainly seem to take a shining to him. "Yeah, well. Dude'll be fine," He assured her, though he didn't put too much effort into it. He had, after all, decided not to stick around and go wherever the last few Neverwinter Wolves had decided to go. 

He grimaced somewhat when he was called handsome, which had always been an uncomfortable label, as he'd heard it more in jest than anything else. With his posture, overbite, and docked tail, he knew he was much less than a woman's ideal. But she did make a good point- and seemed to at least compensate for her compliment by pointing out that he had other qualities that did make him at least somewhat alluring, in a certain light. Jackalope looked best in low light, and when he was in a good mood- so that neither his physical flaws or his personality quirks could be exposed. "I doubt very much that winter's going to give up so easily," He admitted. "I figure it'll tease Spring here for a week or two, an' then we'll get hit with another snowstorm." He remarked snidely. "I've no plans, really. Never really got the chance to make any, before the pack disbanded. Just kinda taking things one day at a time," He droned. It was tiring, of course, not having somewhere to call home. Much more easily accomplished in the summertime, but for now, he'd still have to cope with his lifestyle and the winter snow.