Wild Berry Meadow Bursting with Joy... Juice

The sardonic question did not draw a response from the dark shadow right away. He continued to graze, quenching his thirst in the best way he could for the moment. Suspicion continued, and so his champagne coloured eyes didn’t leave the she-wolf for very long. 

She seemed to think his caution humorous, and he finally lifted his muzzle, withholding the flinch of pain outwardly as his muscles screamed in agony from his injuries. Just not looking for another round of anything, he finally admitted, unsure if she chad even noticed the wounds inflicted upon him… though he couldn’t imagine anyone would miss them right now. 

Vulnerability didn’t sit well with him.