A Spark At Night

It had become clear to Theta in the few words that the male had spoken that he wasn’t the kind of wolf she would like. She also smelled the scent of Abaven on him which further confirmed her doubts. Nice wolves just weren’t gonna make it with her. She full well knew she wasn’t nice and any wolves that came off as kind just rubbed her the wrong way.

After all the effort she put into starting a conversation Theta wasn’t sure she just wanted to up and leave. If she left that meant a higher chance of running into more of her family as well. So despite her urges to leave Theta stayed and continued the inevitably boring conversation “I’m already done, haven’t bothered to count them all yet.”