Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

at the aversion of her eyes, stigmata knew immediately that he had shamed takiyok in some way. he sobered from his jesting mood, and looked at her more critically when she was able to address him again. "not particularly," he answered at length. she certainly had a way about her that seemed to serve as an effective deterrent towards weak-minded wolves, but more than this she was still fairly young - nearing her first season, he thought. "you have some damnably high walls," stigmata elaborated, before huffing out a rather sleepy addition of: "but you are young yet."

he was surprised to find her considering his proposition next. she obviously lacked any viable or decent prospects in her own packlife, making her vulnerable to his persistence, and stigmata was keen to capitalize on the weakness. he pushed the ragged fish-spine from in front of him, regarding takiyok with some much needed levity. "are you just humoring me, or is this a genuine consideration?" he pressed. "i do not make this offer to any passing fancy."