Whitefish River you only like me when i'm numb

my name's aditya, he replied, and his posture was slack, calm. i'm just passing through—what about you?

he hadn't missed the on-edge mien of the other wolf—though, it could be chalked up to just a reaction on meeting a stranger in the wilderness. but combined with what he'd sensed previously. . .

adi let his features melt into an affable smile, a fatherly shrug ever-ready within his bony shoulders.