Cedar Sweep he eats the whole chicken wing, bone and everything

the sylph watched as the dark-pelted man moved away; in some ways she was wary in following him, and kept a sharp vigilance about her as they moved. he might have caught her attention, but he had yet to earn her trust - she would not let her guard down around him and it showed in the prickle of fur along her spine.

she thought a moment on his answer, mulling it whilst she continued to study him. unabashed were those falcon-yellow eyes, which scanned his form with a near-clinical aspect to them. "your eyes would give you away." she answered, continuing with an airy haughtiness: "what are 'most'? other wolves?"