Swiftcurrent Creek Me against my head

The sound of paw steps drew him forward, hoping finally that Eshe had come home—even if she was still angry and snapping at him—it was better to know at least that she was safe.

When it was a she-wolf of ivory that met his gaze, he was about to open his mouth and announce his presence before he caught her off guard, when he did… just that. She turned, startling at the sight of him with a squeak and a cowering hunch.

Not one to usually throw his rank around and demand dominance—unless it was a trespasser or wolf on their borders—it was a strange sight. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I thought you might have been Eshe,” he offered, tongue sliding over his lips in consideration. “She stormed off a few days ago… I haven’t seen her since…”