Northstar Vale tuesday, the seventeenth, bright lights and camaraderie

Her reaction sent a pleased grin to spread across his face. He had been alone for a very long time, at least since the previous winter, and he had forgotten how much fun other wolves could be to interact with. Singing to the woodland creatures was only entertaining for so long. 

"I don't know what a Laurel is, but show me, I have a particularly enchanting voice." By now he was doing figure eights in the snow, a small path starting to form as the repeated the motion over and over. He was well past rested from climbing the ridge to get here, and his energy was at a high. He didn't stop his stereotypical trotting as he waited for an answer, more than aware that he was getting the tiniest bit dizzy.