[In Lark's world, discovering another wolf ends bloody for one or the other. He looks up at Scott warily, and there's distinct, human intelligence behind it; no point hiding now.
Because Scott knows, he's not going to feign submission, but Lark isn't in the habit of biting the hand that cleans his wounds. So instead, carefully, he licks Scott's wrist.
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Because Scott knows, he's not going to feign submission, but Lark isn't in the habit of biting the hand that cleans his wounds. So instead, carefully, he licks Scott's wrist.
Truce?]