Nova Peak Pitter patter (Joining)

What he had thought to be a fast pace still did not outrun his very pregnant mate – a sad fact indeed for the regal when he came upon his pale dove chatting up the stranger at the borders. Sliding up alongside Bazi, the cinnamon wolf cast his bright eyes upon the other, his one good ear flickering forward to catch what she had to say. He missed most of it, and with a sideways glance to his mate, the Frostfur gave a gentle nudge to her cheek.
 
He did not speak – there was nothing to say, and his trust in Bazi’s judgement for their future pack mates indefinite for him. Still – there could be trickery in every wolf.. and many of their past members had proven just that.