deep in the town of Chewandswallow
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The male clutched the bow holding it, he watched her, she wasn't moving towards him, this lady her-self wasn't going at him, like she was going to attack him. He raised a brow looking at her, as he lowered his bow towards the ground, slowly letting the string come back to it's natural state. The male really didn't understand why she had gotten so upset with him over what? Lucifer Sawtooth watched her move, over to the tree, she walked messing around with the tapping material that he had set up. The male put the arrow back and holding the bow with in one had the male rubbed his head, looking at her like he was at all lost of what to sway.

"For food. This here is a Maple tree, I collect the sap boil it, and it make a rather rich, rather tasty syrup."

The male would be willing to share, but he was not all that sure that she even cared be hide his reasoning for his action. Was she one of them hippy wolves, like the human type that he had seen in the books but only she was a wolf.


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