Swiftcurrent Creek momentum

There was an interesting interchange between the siblings – wobbly puppy scrambling, and flopping, it would seem Shadow’s mini-me had decided the effort was simply not worth it and flopped over, while the other two took to glomming on to each other. Chuffing quietly, the male shifted his weight then, his nose tipping down to Trajan, giving him a playful nudge of his cold nose to the boy’s belly, as if to encourage him back upon his paws as he listened to Paar offer names – Roman names, he cringed inwardly, but spoke nothing. Two held a more exotic name, like her own, though it did not surprise him that Shadow had not agreed to allow the puppies to take her name at all.

His lack of insight to the mind of his fellow adult companion was likely a saving grace for them both – the confusion and turmoil the cinnamon wolf currently deliver deeper within from Bazi’s presence alone was something that would only hinder anything between them – that, and something far more interesting she mentioned at her surname.

Frostfur.

“Your last name is Frostfur?” His muzzle jerked upright instantly – his aqua eyes befalling the crimson she-wolf with mild surprise. Had he… put the moves on his relative?