Swiftcurrent Creek elfscript

His voice shook slightly and she turned her gaze to him, smoky with incredulity. His offer made little sense to her, and was dismissed with a curt shake of her head, and a soft grunt. Something this grand shouldn't be wasted on a single wolf, much less one who was perfectly healthy and could fend the weather off with her thick coat. 

He offered another suggestion; yet again, she failed to see that purpose of being worthy of such a den. She lifted her head to sniff at the walls again. Such a stronghold was really...Only fit to be a hibernation cave for a bear. She frowned, and ignored the sense of longing she felt in her chest, followed swiftly by a pang of shame. She huffed. She didn't belong in this cave at all. She stepped outside. 

"Use it how you want." She muttered flatly.