[The explanation he offers seems reasonable. There is no lie in his words, tone, or scent. It is impossible to doubt in the face of such signals. Leaning forward, she presses another kiss to his mouth.]

I'll try to think of another I think we could enjoy together then. And I do think some sort of low-key movie night with the pack could be fun. Especially the popcorn-throwing kind of viewing...

[She pauses a beat, a look of contemplation crossing her face.]

Most of the wolves here are very old, aren't they? I know there are a few closer to my age but it's safe to say most are at least a couple hundred years old or more, right?