Heron Lake Plateau East is up.

He had been returning to the den with a small mouse in his jaws when he caught scent of Towhee. In about three seconds he lost his absolute shit. He dropped the mouse, whined and wiggled with excitement as he buried and pissed around it and then ran after the scent trail. He wasn't worried about noise, she was deaf anyway, she couldn't hear him. Half the pack probably could though. He chased her down and leaped at her, covering her in licks and kisses and squirming and whining. "Towhee, you're back! I missed you, where'd you go? Are you okay?" he jumped back and peppered her with rapid fire questions, grinning broadly.