Wednesday has been trying to court you all month. Smooth pebbles at your dorm door in the mornings, small shiny objects that're similar to what you've seen crows pick up, the occasional flower you took a liking to or a piece of food you enjoy. But you're just... confused. Dumb, maybe? But she can't call a wolf dumb for not understanding the courtship of a bird. So she approaches you head-on after your pack meet, blushing with the smoothest pebble she's found yet to present it to you face to face