Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

His head tilted slightly, opinion curdling. Her life story went over his head, and at the end of it, he shook his muzzle abruptly and flattened his ears. 

"Excuse me- did you say that dark-pelted wolves are cursed mongrels?" He blurted. He hoped he'd misunderstood, or that she'd perhaps used poor wording. Already, he felt himself wanting to withdraw from their communications, though. He moved back in the water, slightly; not wanting to share it with someone who had those ideals.