Thunder Dome And I sunned it with smiles

Kavos nodded to the first question, keeping his gold eyes averted, but taking the space between question one and question two to turn his nose on the yearling alpha. He got a better whiff of the male's age and health, as well as the amalgamation of scents he toted like a second skin upon his back. Instinct had him yearn for pack, but he hitched a whine deep in his throat and dared not to loose it for fear of admitting his private weakness. His loneliness.

The boy's tail flicked at the second question, and he angled his head towards the grey wolf pensively. "No," he answered hesitantly; and then unbidden he added in the strange way he had of addressing himself: "Kavos looking for the trees... The trees with the long-swaying leaves." The willows.