A soft sigh escaped the large wolf as the piebald female quickly came up with an excuse to remove herself from his company, though she seemed very genuine in the words and tone. Icicle was positive that it was a lie, a means to remove herself from an uncomfortable situation while trying to keep his feelings from being hurt. Well, he wasn't hurt, he had been expecting it from the very beginning. What sane wolf would truly enjoy his company? Sickly and delicate looking figure that only inspired fear or more commonly disgust from those around him.

Guess I can head back into the forest, i’d hate to cause any more discomfort for anyone He sighed yet again, this time mentally as he slowly pulled himself to his paws. A soft rumbling growl escaped Icicle’s stomach and he glanced around, he hated hunting sometimes, especially in the daylight. The running alone that was required to catch a hare would be painful enough, but to do ti in broad daylight with the withering gaze of the sun upon his back would be far too much. Instead, Icicle moved toward the trees in order to hide out the rest of the day.