Firestone Hot Springs a strange respite from the cold

It seemed the she-wolf was reluctant to leave him be so soon, but that was not uncommon for most wolves who were far more social than Jaws was used to being. Superfluous conversation was not his forte, but apparently that was not what was on the female's mind anyway. She asked if he enjoyed fighting, a question Jaws was genuinely surprised by, showing in his raised brows. Although he had proven himself effective in combat before, it was not something he sought and he had never had the opportunity to spar for the sake of training. What he had learned he learned the hard way, and at great risk.

"Fighting?" he reiterated, before commenting on her current state of health. "My dear, it looks like you might have been fighting enough. Besides," he paused, glancing over her with exaggerated movements, "I don't think we'd be a good match." She was a very small, thin wolf; Jaws' rugged body towered above hers. It would be akin to a stallion scuffling with a little filly.