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No, she said, as if such a suggestion offended.
The Silvercreek seemed to think that was funny, and flashed a needle-fanged smile quick as a blink at the blood-spattered she-wolf. He didn't care about the stains marring her fur, clumping the strands into thick mats. He'd seen his fair share of fights, although he held himself with the silky-soft, cold expression of nobility. Equal parts welcoming, and chilly as the steel of a dagger's blade.
She thought to eat it, and the Silvercreek wrinkled his nose delicately at the notion. Eating a canine so like himself...was not his idea of a delicacy. He flicked his ear, dismissing his own reaction.
It's not my place to judge.Although he left open whether he intended to do so anyway.
He'd never been any good at knowing his place in life and staying there. From a failure of a brother to a traitor of the crown - what role would he taint next, he wondered?
Silvercreek sat down, dry gold and orange leaves shuffling beneath his weight as he settled.
You're hurt. Do you...require help?