Herbalists' Cache When choices end, you must defend

Blue eyes flashed with slight annoyance and mirth. This one was mouthy he could already tell. He was a pretty wolf though, Arric had to give him that. His colors were well blended. They didn't fit in with any wolf he had met yet, except maybe the she wolf at the sea. With that thought of her, his mouth turned bitter. Her family was insane. And thus so was she he would wipe his paws of her. She got what she wanted anyway.

Swift Current Creek. And you smell like nothing and no one so wanderer? Quester? Lonely bachelor looking to shack up what?

There was wry amusement around his maw and he tilted his head with a gentle tilt.