Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

There was a soft sound from the she wolf in front of her. Not unpleasing to the ear. It was her foreign name she imagined. It was not as pretty as some of them, but she was not to exist. Inkeri had met many nice wolves so far. There were probably some that weren't but thus far it was all nice.

Inkeri blushed and looked down. Thank you. You. She did like her eyes. One part of herself she didn't hate. The patches and the two tone fur, clear her parentage for all to see.

Inkeri made a soft sound. Surely not. You are nice. Nice. Angel, maybe not devil.

Inkeri looked down at the small creature. Though she had eaten, it seemed rude to deny. And it wasn't very large anyway, so it wasn't as if it would make her overly full. She nodded.

Gladly.