[Wolf, dog, direwolf, whatever. Like it actually matters. He breathes out, dismissively--but he's quick to turn away at her question, bracing his other hand against the counter and hunching his shoulders.]
No.
[It comes out heavily; he swallows, loosens one hand so he can rub the back of his wrist over his mouth. It doesn't do anything to help, to suppress his twinge of hunger.]
I'm fine. Just-- keep over there. And your wolf, your-- whatever.
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No.
[It comes out heavily; he swallows, loosens one hand so he can rub the back of his wrist over his mouth. It doesn't do anything to help, to suppress his twinge of hunger.]
I'm fine. Just-- keep over there. And your wolf, your-- whatever.