Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

stigmata smiled at her teasing. "well any warm-blooded wolf knows that," he returned unhurriedly. "why do you think i am here?" surely it wasn't limpid coincidence that he had happened upon her again; he was here to return to the boughs of her high labyrinth and attempt to conquer more of her hidden labors, if he could.

his ears twitched faintly at her introduction, his tail picking up a quietly sweeping pace behind him. takiyok sounded like a name one wielded to lord over nations, the wraith thought. he didn't feel particularly hungry, but he took the fact that she was willing to share meat - that could go to the mouths of her family - as one of the kindest gestures to be paid during a truce between competitors. he hunkered down and took the meat without question, grunting appreciatively as he began to tooth his way around a tine of fishbones.