"Wherever you are!" Sparrow teased, but he was a bit concerned. He kind of... liked this wolf. He was nice, sweet, kind, and he had warm fur. Sparrow pushed these thoughts out of his mind. He had a job, and he couldn't let... feelings get in the way of it.

"That's cringe.." Truffle laughed. He took on a serious expression after a second. "But, you can't stay here forever. You have to go home don't you?" He cocked hsi head at Sparrow.

"Eh. It is, but that's beside the point. I'll stay here as long as I wish." He knew he couldn't stay for long, but two months was the time allotted for hunting down and killing a target. Now though, he had to figure out how to save this target, this sweet wolf. This sweet, cute wolf. Ugh. He had a crush, and that was bothering him.

Truffle snorted. "This is my den." He retorted. He want to the back of his den, where a few piles of herbs- like the ones he had used on Sparrow- laid. He picked up a branch of... Berries and set them down. "Snack?" He asked. It was time for breakfast and he was too lazy to go track down that carcass again.

He snorted back, and poked at the berries. "These are plants!" He snarled, glaring at the cute pinkish white wolf. He ate the berries anyway, starving. He then rolled over, waving his pretty white paws teasingly at Truffle.

"You were supposed to save some for meeee.." Truffle whined, gaping as Sparrow ate every berry. "I searched for thos eblue berried for daysss..." He groaned, flopping onto his stomach with an annoyed huff.

Sparrow smelled the air, then pounced, pulling an unlucky mouse from a crack in the wall. "Thankfully, I have some prey for you. Better than those 'blue berries.'." Actually, the berries had been good, but he wasn't saying that. He threw the mouse at Truffle, bouncing it off of his nose. He wondered if he should tell the wolf his feelings, but immediately decided against it.

"Man, I love blue berries. they make good paints too.." He gestured at the weird paterns of red, blue, and other colored paw prints on the walls of the den. God knows what he was making. Well, god, and him himself. He reluctantly sat down and picked up the mouse, taking a large bite out of the plump catch.

He looked at the walls, scrunching his nose. "That's pretty." He rubbed his paw in the dust, and drew a fairly terrible butterfly. He snarled with disappointment. "Ew." He sat back down, disappointed.

"Is that..." Truffle said looking sideways at whatever Sparrow did to his wall "A.... Dog?". He rubbed his own paw in the dirt of the ground, making a circle on the wall.