He would look back at her, having a sense that she actually understood that some things were worth hiding, or that friendships needed an effort on his part. The only wolf to know everything about him was his mother. But he was unaware of her own confusion about him.
She would declare she had never seen one, and he would be drawn back. "Really?" But then she would remind him that she had grown up in the north. "Oh, yes. I don't think I've seen them up north."
"They're pretty sheltered creatures, they scare easily." He would remember a time as a puppy trying to gnaw on one, but was definitely not thrilled with the result. "I wouldn't try to catch one though, they don't taste very nice." They didn't look very appetizing, of course they were fun to chase as a pup and who cared about what their food looked like at that age?
It was weird to think he was ever like that. He had always been distant and cold, but he was a puppy at one time. What kind of child was deprived from fun?
