scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

He challenged her, and she took the challenge, even if he would really rather not bother… He wondered what questions she would think to raise, and eyed her curiously over his tea. He took another stop, eyes glancing towards the flowers she had brought. He wondered what her assessment of Zee would be. Perhaps he would grill her after she had spoken to his Wife. Or perhaps not. He didn’t want Zee to lose confidence in the confidentiality of the healer, as much as he wanted to fix everything in his Wife's life.

“I don’t sleep” he said, voice light and casual, as though they could breeze straight though that point… “I ache occasionally when I rise, old bones and all that. I broke my leg a few years ago, and that sometimes aches in the cold.” he continued, all normal expected things of the ageing wolf.

“My bowel movements are… fine. I eat rabbit, deer. Whatever I’ve brought in recently.” he continued. Wondering what other questions she would conjure up.

"Sirius Fatalis"