Redhawk Caldera He's just a different kind of kid

He crjnged inwardly at the idea of his mate collecting warts over the years just to make herself look like a witch. Of course, Fennec was the sort of wolf who would dive into that kind of idea without worrying about how she'd look, which was admirable, but he found it was still an unattractive concept. Maybe it made him a bit shallow, but warts really didn't appeal to him. 

"Yum, frogbreath," he commented. Though it wasn't like he had to put up with bad breath anyway- he and Fennec were still sleeping separately. He felt guilty about it, of course- but at least he was getting sleep now. 

Her topic change was so abrupt he had to take a second to try and parse out what it was she was trying to infer. True, they had fewer packmates than he could remember having. Was this her subtle way of commenting about the leadership? Fennec wasn't typically subtle. "Yeah," He agreed. He was curious to see what she really meant by her comment. "Perfect time to stage a coup d'état or whatever it's called and take over, though," He suggested casually.