Maybe it's a dream

The midnight wolf grinned at her, and picked up the little cloth covering he had used to drape over the food before she had arrived. Spreading it out in his paws, he used it to swish towards her face, as if that would help the heat she claimed had come from the bottle. “It wasn’t a winged wolf I brought it from, but if he was making any batches it certainly could have come from him” he agreed. He’d heard of the winged wolf, but he hadn’t run into him yet. He had spent most of his time on the Armada Cove, or exploring. He didn’t want to step on the packs toes.

Shifting his home made fan to one hand, he picked up the bottle and took another sip. Enjoying the way the light bit of heat that fuzzed in his stomach. It would take more than a couple sips to get him drunk, but he wasn’t drinking it for that. Seating it down again, he took a few mouthfuls of food. “Are you going to introduce me to your wolf-prospects?” He asked her. Knowing she had a few wolves flock to her banner so far.


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