Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

He moved out of the water. Changing the phrasing did nothing to lessen the impression that she believed that at least some wolves had dark coats because they had been cursed. He shook the water from his pelt and looked back to see the face she put on, though her feeble attempt failed. Discrimination of that ilk rankled him. 

"Well; if you could kindly point me in the direction of your pack, I'll make sure I avoid going in that direction." He requested earnestly, having grown tired of their interaction very quickly. He felt keen to depart, and steer clear of others like her.