Shnuckouf
The brute was tempted to say not really,- as he'd had a horrible nightmare involving a six eyed monster trying to eat him. Amahlae had then jumped on it's back, so it'd eaten her instead. Still, he knew what the standard answer was, and besides- he didn't know this she-wolf, the Omega, no less, and so why should he share his terrors with her? "Fine, thank you."
To be completely honest, Shnuckouf didn't know what level of dominance to show around the fae. She could probably beat him in a fight, yet he was still a higher rank than her and had more rights. How could that be fair? Anyhow, that wasn't for him to question and Shnuck was glad that he didn't have to collaspe practically onto the ground whenever another wolf addressed him, no matter how much- or little- he thought of them. Had it been a "normal" conversation, he'd have replied; And you? But were higher ranking wolves even meant to ask the expected, polite questions when conversing with Omegas. He decided to inquire anyway, and if she knew the pack law better than him then she'd respond, or wouldn't. "You?"














