Silver Creek Silver Waters

She had admitted to a fondness for him, but who could resist? He had a lovely face and the conversation and wit to go along with it. She frowned as he mentioned they must part ways, and he felt much the same. Much as he'd like to saunter back into the pack lands and escort her to her den (for gentlemanly purposes, nothing untoward!), he could not. He smiled at again at her as she said she would throw in a good word for him to Spring. "I'm glad to hear it. I'll be pestering you at your den, next thing you know." A glint of mischief lit his eyes, teeth flashing in a grin.

She reached out for him and he stepped forward to meet her, their shoulders brushing. He lightly touched his nose to the bottom of her ear for less than a second before pulling away. It was a teasing gesture, soft and light, had he actually touched her or had she imagined it? He smirked after her as she went, watching her go as he knew he was supposed to. He stood still, watching her shape shrink on the horizon until she was no more. Before she could go further he lifted his muzzle to the sky and sang a single note of farewell, one last parting gesture that he was sure she'd appreciate.

He turned and headed for his own den for a rest before he hunt. Though his belly was empty he was quite sated as far as conversation was concerned, Amber had been good company indeed and he looked forward to their next meeting.