Sink

Gil lifts a brow, wondering why she cared if the volcano had ever erupted. Then it made sense as he watched her smooth out the fur along her chest. Ah, attention, that's what she wanted. He couldn't help but chuckle as he drew closer. Noticing that they were near a cave, his mind wandered. Was this a trap? Was she trying to lure him in to harm him? Or something else entirely? Curiosity seemed to be Gil's best friend and it hadn't led him astray yet...

"Maybe you're not around the right wolves," he chimed in finally as she mentioned that others didn't look at her often. From what he saw, he couldn't see anything that was dissatisfactory, but then again, everyone had their own tastes. "Why do you care if they do?" Gil wonders aloud, his head tilting slightly.