Fish couldn’t help but scoff at the words. Shaking her head. Clumps of snow had balled into her fur into tight Mats . “Have you ever met a man?” Her nose scrunched. “They’re as spoiled as a fat house cat, they’re entitled to the world” as odd as this wolf was, it was the first conversation she’d held in awhile.
It was refreshing to finally have someone else to talk to. You’d get tired of your own voice after awhile, even if it was the only thing keeping you sane. Wolves, dogs, both were social creatures, they craved that stimulation. Craved another company, platonic or not. Familiar, romantic. Simply needed socialization. Being alone was maddening, with only the reality of survival to keep her sane.
“All men are the same, forgive my language but they all think with their dick and nothing more” she stretched out, pressing her paws into the snow. She’d have all day to travel, to find food and shelter for the coming night. There was no harm in diddy dallying for a moment.