He might have been reluctant to talk, but the subtle spike in the young wolfs pheromones have the fox enough answer to his question regardless.
“If it counts for anything, you have yet to irritate me, and I am quite difficult to do so, with the exception of hunters and those who are openly and deliberately cruel without justification.”
“Seeings as I don’t know you, that’s not really the most reassuring sentiment,” he mumbled, fingers tightening around the Zippo in his pocket as he tried to mentally talk himself back down.
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