[ she's grateful for the shift in subject (though a part of her also flares up in guilt over so eagerly accepting the wolf as a distraction), for it saves her from finding more amusement over his poor attempt at righting his hair. turning to the animal at her side, she plucks up a plate that she'd set off to the side, filled considerably with a combination of old and new meat, made wet and juicy with some leftover stew. this she sets down at he feet, crouching briefly to ruffle her hands over the wolf's soft fur. ]
Never, [ she insists, though the word is punctuated with a meaningful glance that she reserves for graham as well. neither of you are.
she gestures to the two other plates left along the counter, both of which she'd just been settling some fresh fruit into to mingle with the bread and cheese she'd cut up for breakfast. ]
no subject
Never, [ she insists, though the word is punctuated with a meaningful glance that she reserves for graham as well. neither of you are.
she gestures to the two other plates left along the counter, both of which she'd just been settling some fresh fruit into to mingle with the bread and cheese she'd cut up for breakfast. ]
Hungry?