Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

She didn't know about that. She had plenty of personal experience that proved most were usually just looking for something easy. She had found most wolves to be weak or lazy if not some combination of both. Not the male in front of her, though, at least not so far. But what all did she really know about him? She raised an eyebrow at his question. I have a feeling that you came expecting more than just my name.

Returning the favor, she let him eat in peace, occasionally scanning the area out of habit and the need to always be aware. When she felt she had given him a sufficient amount of time without any conversation, she looked back to the intriguing male. I'm actually surprised you made your way back here, she stated indifferently, letting her gaze slowly drift the water and the lands beyond it.