Fast Food Service

He nodded to her words, a small smile appearing on his scarred muzzle. "I've had my fair share of encounters. Nearly all of my scars are from other predators, not so much other wolves." He chuckled lightly. It was funny how that worked out. Of all the fights he'd gotten into, he hadn't gotten as many scars from fighting other wolves. The more prominent scars were from fighting bears...and cougars...and, well...everything else. He had a few left from fights with others of his kind, but they were nowhere near as potentially threatening as his other scars. "Me and my brother used to get in all sorts of trouble with bears and other dangerous creatures when we were younger. I'm sure if your brothers had given you the chance, you would have likely shown them up by taking down a bear or cougar all on your own, eh?"

Heck, even now he was still getting into trouble with dangerous creatures..."Although...while my brother and I aren't out fighting bears anymore, I feel like I tend to attract other predators...pretty sure I've been fighting them all damn winter," He muttered the last part, the male feeling like the newer scars stung with the pain frome each attack when he thought about them. It seemed he could hardly hunt all winter without something trying to kill him.

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