Seeing his enthusiasm was a small burst of good-feeling, despite the irregularity of their passing acquaintanceship. They may've been the same species, but having come up in severely different manners starkly separated the pair in personality and practice. Though being a bitten wolf as opposed to Harvey being born had a little to do with it, much more came from the fact that Cora embodied self-control and temperance. He, of course, was the opposite.
"Grown," Cora replied with the soft light of pride in her eyes, leaning back against the kitchen counter as he dug into his food. She folded her arms beneath her breasts and stretched her neck by tilting her head deep toward one shoulder. "Beau's in the process of courting some lioness and Amelia continues to think she should head her own pack." She smiled. "Takes after her father, that one."