Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

Shiranui could not help that his gaze shifted away from the preacher when he said the word handsome. The white wolf was surprised at his forwardness. He could not allow himself to hold the man’s eye. The hunter did not understand, not fully. He believed it was kind to be praised in such a way. Something in him warmed to the dog.

When the man said that he could stake a claim, that no one would contest his right to such a thing, the white wolf blinked at him and then nodded once. It was only a thought, nothing that had grounding. Shiranui had never considered such a thing. He wondered still if the worshiping man would find others to follow his word.