Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Phocion resisted a sigh as he answered, "I've kept my distance, Steady. Just seen them from afar." It was painfully clear the majority of the wolf's newfound bluster was merely territorial feelings towards the white she-wolf; Steady and he got along fine, otherwise. You are an incorrigible flirt, sir, he thought to himself wryly as he sidled up closer to the pair, giving Niita a kind look.

"You'll catch something next time," he said encouragingly. He looked back to Steady, eyes level. "You have a good mentor in Steady."

He started to step away, circling the pair and watching them from the side as he bade farewell. "I'll leave you two to your own devices." One blue eye winked. "Whatever those might be."

With a chuff of farewell, he took off into the trees, a white blur in the forest. He grinned to himself. You, my friend, are a pompous ass.

 

Phocion done fudgin stuff up here