Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She seemed nice. He didn't quite relax, however, his nerves kept alight not by the prospect of being attacked but at his proximity to such a pretty female. Diaval was certainly old enough to appreciate females. He had noticed them for a little while now. The idea of...doing...anything with them was beyond him. Love? Not likely. Diaval didn't like himself much and didn't think a girl would, either. At least, not like that. He was nice - he tried, at least - but not only was he overwhelmed by the idea of love, but he was also underwhelmed by the idea of himself.

His thoughts grew damp and he stopped thinking about the whole thing altogether. He would have time to curl up and hate himself later. For now, this wolf - Keyni - was friendly company and he was grateful. 

His ears perked up as she talked about her hunting luck. Before he could even think, the words flew from his mouth - "You can have it!"

Could she? He wouldn't starve, as he'd known, and he could do without. He couldn't take it back now, anyway. He decided that he was alright with it. Maybe she'd let him share it? "If you want it, I mean." he smiled again, a quiet little uptick of his lips.