Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

The wolf would feed into her needs, gladly, as she would feed into his. He liked to talk and listen and be wanted and resented and needed and hated and loved. His skin flushed under pale fur, happy to hear her uncertainty. Eager to think that she might have a place in her thoughts he could fill.

May be for now, he said softly. But it will not always be so. He was not naïve enough to think he could coax her into staying with him nor gather her friends to his hearth. They had just met, after all. And he didn’t intend to offer companionship upon first meeting someone. He would need to know more about them, just as he was sure others would need to know more about him.

He looked down at her, brows creased with concern. Would a hunt bring you cheer? Or perhaps you prefer to be served a meal? Wake was nothing if not gracious.