The silence on the other end stretched as I argue with my wolf. Long enough that I wonder if the call dropped and make sure the timer is still counting.
She eventually answers in a much more confident tone, though it had an apologeticness to it that I'm not fully sure it needed.
"I'm sorry. I should have thought about that. Especially because Luca reminded me about how much I smelled like you, before I was to meet with others."
"...Oh."
Squeezing the phone, I feel a primal moment of satisfaction at that. One I've never really felt… over something I never really thought about before. There was never a particular moment as a fox shifter where I considered myself especially glad over how others smelled.
Well, that's not true, I did quite love mint. Rolling in wild patches. But I was never really happy if the merchant's daughter's I spent time with smelled like mint. It always felt like they were attempting to curry favor.
