Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

while he thought it was true that all wolves knew things of any worth often required a tremendous effort, stigmata also thought it was true that a lot of wolves would rather settle. there were other she-wolves, perhaps a lot nicer than takiyok, that would have given into his pressures many moons ago, and a wolf less accustomed to the rigors of an undertaking such as himself, would have scoffed at having to try any harder than that. stigmata was a rare breed, who was both willing to take what came easy and pursue what did not.

takiyok had proven tenfold that she did not come easy.

when she spoke again, he had nearly finished, though paused to lick his chops for a thoughtful response. "next time i say something, you might think it true then," he said, giving his snobby fish-lips another swipe. "and i did not come expecting more than your name," stigmata added in a flat tone, giving her an offended sort of scowl before finishing bluntly: "i came to ask if you would bear my pups this spring."