It seemed, at least, in loving to fight they had something in common, though their reasons were probably different. "I still blame her. Always know what you're fighting unless you have no choice." He'd certainly gone into some stupid fights before just to vent. Bears and mountain lions. He'd walked away torn up but always the victor.
Fenrir enjoyed seeing Heather smile, and as the cat turned onto it's back, he let his large hands begin scratching the cat's belly, finding all the best spots to hit to make the cat enjoy the experience. It was probably the tenderest anyone had ever seen him at the school. He wasn't exactly known for his soft side.
It was strange to see her embarrassed. It was an emotion that confused him greatly, one that he had once thought only children who had been caught doing wrong felt. "It is rumors that make me ask. I talked with Sydni about some things. She told me that she thought you preferred women. I prefer truth to rumor."
The fact that there was truth to the rumor, however, did not bode well with him. Especially that he preferred women over men. Boldly going where no man had ever gone before he decided to ask another question. "Why? Why do you prefer women over men that is."