agitated. fear, a little. anger, too, or something close to it. drake knows a thing or eight about wearing aggression like armor, even though he soon learned to don costume layers of humor and drunken ease as well. people learn to lie all kinds of ways, but their scent tends not to betray— even though the information a wolf can draw from there has its limits. he doesn't know why she is this way. he doesn't know what she'll do.
but he'd put money on her eating fried shit and liking it.] Your trainers was probably right, my love, [he says.] But it never killed anybody to give it a try one time. It ain't like fucking cyanide or rat poison or anything. Fat works slow. [he gestures at her invitingly, that she might. you know. stand closer? and he scoots over a bit so she knows she won't have to get too close.]
lmk if this is too infomodding
agitated. fear, a little. anger, too, or something close to it. drake knows a thing or eight about wearing aggression like armor, even though he soon learned to don costume layers of humor and drunken ease as well. people learn to lie all kinds of ways, but their scent tends not to betray— even though the information a wolf can draw from there has its limits. he doesn't know why she is this way. he doesn't know what she'll do.
but he'd put money on her eating fried shit and liking it.] Your trainers was probably right, my love, [he says.] But it never killed anybody to give it a try one time. It ain't like fucking cyanide or rat poison or anything. Fat works slow. [he gestures at her invitingly, that she might. you know. stand closer? and he scoots over a bit so she knows she won't have to get too close.]
You have a name, my darling?