Gyrfalcon's Keep WOLVES DON'T LOSE SLEEP OVER THE OPINION OF SHEEP

He smiled sheepishly at her, sure that she understood the behavior but still embarrassed for it. When she turned down his offer for food, he shrugged, stripping the last of the meat from the bones. He swallowed it down quickly, hyperaware of her presence. His skin still tingled with the need to protect his food, her presence alone registering as a threat to him. Soon the food was gone, though, and he had no pesky instincts to rule him.

While she tried to puzzle out his origins, he set about licking the blood from his fur. He looked up when she asked her question, tongue still lolled out against his leg. "Shit, uh. Yeah, just a bit aways down the coast. You?"