Favorite Dish of the River

'Wouldn't you like to know,' she said. Yes, yes he would like to know. But silence filled the air, and he looked at her expectantly. Just before he was about to prod further, he was given an answer.

Her comment...made him think. Actually, a lot of what she'd been saying had given him thought. She was the first wolf he'd actually, truly spoken to aside from his own family, and he didn't know what to make of it at first. He wasn't going to tell her about the first-meeting bit, but he would tell her this, “Necessary caution, in my opinion. You could've been six months old and still gotten that wariness. Even a six month old can do damage, and any risk is a dangerous risk.” he sounded hypocritical, thinking back to all the times he picked on coyotes and foxes just for the experience and boredom, but she wouldn't know about that.

She seemed more livelier and cheerful than before, which stirred something within the boy he still wasn't entirely aware of. Regardless, it made him kind of...happy...to see her happy. After the demonstration, she gave him a compliment that made his half-boastful smile turn into a more pure, flattered one. The smile did not last long, simply because it was then taken over by a curious look as she asked to try herself and then went forward before he could even respond. He shook his pelt and sat down next to his lunch, making no noise as he watched the yearling try out his technique. Dispite them starting out a little shaky, it was actually starting to become something entertaining. He didn't have to be a genius to figure out that he was beginning to enjoy her company.