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Ben Ferguson (dr_ben) wrote in inpoormerit,

"It wasn't about sparing your feelings," he told her. "It was about good, old-fashioned manners. Sorry I was brought up to have them." He was actually getting just a little bit irritated by her now. He'd done fuck all wrong and she was down his throat like he'd left her without giving her his phone number.

She seemed to be softening slightly - very slightly - given that she was actually giving him what sounded like proper advice without trying to verbally castrate him, but he went and spoiled it by laughing. He knew this as soon as he felt her stiffen slightly in front of him and was about to apologise again for his rudeness - although she was being utterly ridiculous - when she demonstrated the size of the so-called wolf's paw. He actually managed to stop laughing. Not that he believed her... not really. He shook his head slightly. "Bear, perhaps?" he suggested. "If it's smelled something it likes, or is hungry, it could come into an inhabited area." It was unlikely that anyone would mistake a bear for a wolf, but Ben couldn't think of anything else. After all, not everyone grew up in the country like he did. The paw prints were unmistakeably different - to him. But maybe not to others. After all, it was still claws and pads.