Living around Wolves 101
10-03-2013, 11:07 AM
She would seem to know that he was rather put out by the fact that he had yet to acquire what he was seeking, her kindness showing in her offering of one of her fish. He would nod gratefully as his razor like teeth would tear into the fish's flesh. "Some may no like you idea, but it good. Me do it too but... only bear I see I kill in spring..." He would give his attention to her, emerald orbs taking in her words and digesting the predicament she was put into. The killing of her own kind. He had never been faced with the hard decision of taking another feline's life. They were so rare that the murder of one of his own was so incredibly revolting he would have regurgitate the few bites of fish he had taken in. What would have made her have to kill one of her own, especially when they were so rare to begin with. He didn't wish to pry, but the question was burning in his mind. You vould be a good mother of your kind. he would state, she seemed a wise bear and if any of her kind were to flourish she would be the one to kindle the flame. May I ask, vhat happened? Vhy did you need to kill one of your own? He was simply curious, there was no judgement in his tone or in his face. He had no idea the situation she was put through. Speech, |
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