Dawnlark Plains pause for paws

ooo.. I don't think we've ever threaded before, have we? :)

He was not alone on these plains, barren as they may have seen at first. His scanning eyes noted a black female. She seemed a mature wolf like himself, but the seasons had been much kinder to her raven coat than they had been to his. She said nothing, and made to move to approach any closer. He stopped, and at length stared back her in quiet. He waited, but still she said nothing. He chuffed. The social game was not his strong suit, in that he had a limited interest in idle chit chat with passerby's. But, he did have some questions, and perhaps she had some answers.

"Alright, I'll bite." He said at last. "Hello. Hey. Hi. How do you do."