she did not care for his words, but again, she did not lash her teeth to chide him. he could see plainly that she sought to win her wolves with cunning and ferocity, but the blood lineage was what bound lasher to her now. yet he did not speak, but sidled alongside her with a soft outblowing of breath from his lungs. no matter the links in it, he was bonded to her with a strong chain that not even he could understand.
her cold eyes were loveliness to his own gaze; he shook out his ruff and fell into step with her, paws careful upon the ground, for he had not been reared on mountains as tonravik had.
taltos scented the air, but he would leave the narrowing of the quarry to his sable companion. 'twas her role, and his was to follow. endlessly, and to the very edges of the world if she requested it. as they moved, he mentally inventoried the males of the pack, and wondered, if when her season arrived, she would demand that they vie and clash for the cold affections of her dark eyes, as her mother had before her.