( no, she doesn't need an invitation. when he moves, it's only natural for caroline to follow, curling up beside him with her legs tucking underneath. and she's glad that he likes the items; she hadn't been a hundred percent certain he would, but her rule of thumb for gifts was always to go with something that reminded her of the recipient, and these had seemed fitting in that regard. )

It's not weird flavors or anything, right? I figured if anybody was going to like buffalo jerky, it'd be a wolf.

( as she says it, a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. that little secret between them, the fact that they don't have to hide those parts of themselves... it had been a big part of the reason caroline had been so concerned about messing up their friendship in the first place.

his hands move to reveal other contents, and caroline laughs a bit, reaching over to pick up one of the packets and examining it a little more closely. )

God, alligator jerky. I don't even know how you would make alligator jerky...