Cedar Sweep Black swan

A smirk tugged at his lips as the she-wolf indulged in her theatrics. Clever, he could appreciate that. But when she spoke, a shiver of discomfort crawled down Ker’s spine. Something about her admission felt… wrong. He shoved the thought aside for now, keeping his focus on the game at hand. If she was dangerous, he needed to stay sharp.

Ker. Charmed, I'm sure, he tossed her way, his tone as careless as the flick of his tail.

Oh? Is that all you're doing? He let out a dramatic sigh, his tone dripping with mock boredom. How drab. With a lazy flick of his tail, he continued, I saw some not too far back, you know, while I was zombified. Another roll of his eyes. I don’t believe I tainted the poor little things either. Should still be scavengable, no? He cocked his head, one brow arching in amusement.