Shay's ear flicked toward the sound of a footstep moments before a wolf stepped into his restricted view. He cocked his head to the side quizzically at the bright color and interesting pattern of her coat and eyes, and curiosity flared in him. What bloodlines did this wolf have, that combine such intriguing traits in her? Would her pups carry the same traits? What would they look like if the father was... say, a white wolf? Hmmm....
He'd stared blankly at her for perhaps a hair too long before he realized he was supposed to answer her question. He smiled at her, a pleasant smile despite it being somewhat lop-sided from the paralysis. Words rocketed out, lacking inflection. Maybe someday he'd be able to fake that as well as he did smiling, yes? "Trouble, yes. I'm learning from it. I calculate that if I keep this rate of progress I will have a rabbit by sundown, unless an unpredictable variable changes the progress. Oh, hello."
