I stood up, wiping the tears from my eyes. "White, let's have breakfast."
I walked across the room, pulling out a chair, before sitting down.
I looked at the bread, and the carrot soup that had gone cold. On the side of the tray were a small plate of baked potatoes and grilled beef.
"I will eat the bread and the soup… as I am not sure if wolves eat that. You can have the potatoes and the meat."
I placed the plate on the floor, "on second thought, I'll trade some of my bread for your meat, how is that? Fair right?"
I turned to face White, but he sat staring at the food as if I had just insulted his entire generation. He tilted his head with a look of displeasure and irritation.
"What? You don't want to trade your meat for my bread? That's so selfish of you." I muttered under my breath, nudging the plate of meat closer to the potatoes.
He huffed, turning his face away. "You don't want the food?" I frowned seeing his behaviour. "Is the food not to your liking?"
