Gyrfalcon's Keep The Rains will wash it away

Dreven would have laughed had the girl told him she thought he was kind. The only one he was overtly kind too was Atka. Sure he could be nice in his own way, but if it came down to his mate and this wolf. He'd choose her. That wasn't kind. It was innately selfish.

He watched with red eyes as she pulled the pelt from her shoulders. Glossy, black, comfortable. Otter he'd wager, or maybe muskrat. It had been so long since he'd hunted near the rivers.

Dreven smiled. She'll like it. Thank you for the time and effort. A dip of his head. Otter or muskrat?