Steel noted that Chantille seemed agitated with his question. He was confused since it seemed a fair enough question to him. None of the wolves that he'd known, few though they had been, had ever bothered with plants, flowers and such. Then she spoke breifly before moving off and returning with something quite... unappetizing...looking, which she proceeded to invite him to partake of.



He pulled his head back slightly, his nose wrinkling at the thought of eating that. When she said that she would join him and proceeded to delicately chew the stuff for a few seconds before spitting it out it almost seemed a challenge to him. Like she was daring him to try something totally off the wall. His first instinct was to scoff at her and walk away, but he had a feeling that she would win some indefinable contest. He was not one to quail at trying something new, but this was just weird.



It shouldn't matter to him and he should walk away like his gut reflex prompted him to. Instead, he found himself lowering his own head to the clump on the ground in front of him. He chewed quickly, then stopped as he saw an almost dreamy look cross the face of the fae before him. His brows furrowed in confusion at her change of expression. Then the taste of the stuff finally reminded him of her earlier words. ...take a very small bite... chew it for a few seconds, and spit it out.... It had now been far more than a few seconds. He vigorously expelled the pulp from his mouth and shook his black and white head in irritaion with himself. He should have never eaten the stuff.



His stormy blue eyes met hers, ready to gripe at her when suddenly a strange and airy feeling came over him and took the words right out of his mouth. He looked at her silently as his body felt strangely light and his mind lost it's train of thought... Breifly, he wondered just what she had given him, and then it didn't matter and the question floated away as a small lopsided smile lit upon his face and his dark blue eyes finally met her chocolatey ones.