bad to you

He grinned at Lotus, the thrill of the battle still running through him. The last of the coyotes - sorely regretting their decision to tangle with the wolves - had fled. The one he maimed slowest of all. He didnt expect it to live long without the speed of four legs. He felt no compassion or sorrow for the scavenger. Lotus, on the other hand, he was feeling a lot more charitable towards. She was no longer an insignificant unknown. She was someone who could hold her own in a fight, and watch his back. A valuable commodity in this world.

"You dont think it would look dashing? Doesn't every girl like a nice red scar leaking puss into a mans eye?" He said, fearlessly coming closer to his battle companion. "I would be much obliged if you could fix it, and welcome to you a meal" he said, indicating both his dead coyote and earlier hunt. He had every indication of offering her a place within his pack, also. But baby steps, right?