Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

at the cynical evaluation of what most wolves seemed to do, in her steadfast opinion, stigmata shrugged slightly and bowed his head to lap at what few good scraps were left of the fish carcass. he paused to inform her of his purpose, and tried not to seem too amused by her reaction. "it is indeed quite a lot more," he agreed almost solemnly; "but i do not expect anything of it. i only came to ask."

she didn't trust him - though he imagined she trusted him more than any other stranger she had ever known - but it was hard for her not to be inquisitive. especially when he was being so forthcoming.

why? she wanted to know; her suspicious tongue flitting.

stigmata blinked. "come now, takiyok, do not play modest with me. is this the first time you have had an honest suitor?"