Phoenix Maplewood i could write novels with the words i could never say to you

The other wolf disrupted her thoughts that when she turned back to the berries, she’d forgotten what she was doing. Her stomach hadn’t, however, but her purpose where she stands is lost beyond the sweet smell of berries. However, the other doesn’t go away despite the rather obvious displeasure in his presence. The last thing she really wants is company, and especially by a male, but he doesn’t seem to give up and she turns back over her shoulder and pulls herself out of the berry bush to face the other.

“Sure,” she says with gusto, releasing an annoyed sigh, and turns on her heels in the other direction.