Swiftcurrent Creek Wallaroo

With his rump presented in the air in a fashion very rare for the usually stoical and serious man, he felt his grin widen as his playmate began a rather comical stride forward – only to face plant in a tangle of puppy paws and limbs. He had no chance to react, and no sooner did his form even twitch to rise, Relonikiv was back on determined paws, trumpeting his way over to the Alpha male without fear of anything – something that was admirable and also made the Alpha nervous. Was the boy perhaps too trusting?

Garbled words escaped his tiny comrade, and with an impressed quirk of his wolfish brows, a tiny nose touched his own, stirring Scimitar to slide fully down to the snowy ground, feeling the coolness against his belly. “You’re right,” he nodded sagely then, as if the two were amidst a discussion that far outranked the realm of serious. “We need to have a bro-talk,” he determined then, shifting his weight so he could press most of it sideways and on to his shoulder.

But that was when the low noise echoed about them, and cupping his ears forward, the regal attempting to pinpoint the growling rumble over the toddler’s cooing blabbering. A serious note struck his features then, and slowly, the male began to lift himself up, one large paw lumbering protectively in front of the boy as his eyes began to scour for the source.