Whitebark Stream Send away for a priceless gift.

She gave nothing of herself, and despite suspecting that she would wish to remain anonymous, Viinturuth recognised the small tug of disappointment in his gut that he could not even pair a name with her face. It was the way of things, sometimes. She-wolves sought the opposite sex for their own reasons: some wished for a mate, others wanted only for a donor. How many times had he ghosted the girls who sought him again after they'd partaken in the season? How many hearts had he broken as a young man?

He did not deserve to know more than what had been provided. He knew this, and it was best if he accepted it.

The ranger did not speak again. He simply dipped his muzzle in silent gratitude as the silver beauty wished him well in his hunt, and he turned from her to carry on following the stream.