Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

The boy turned his head every time Peregrine spoke, but there wasn't much about what was said aside from his nickname and "big" that he really understood. He knew he was larger than his sisters, but he was much smaller than every other wolf in the pack, so the concept went over his head. He couldn't possibly know that his bulk now suggested his future as a very large wolf, and he didn't feel all that big, anyway.

He continued to pass along each tree, marking them with strands of his hair. The behaviour was informed by his instinct rather than logic or reason. He had no idea why he was doing it at first, but it did feel good, and pretty soon he was rubbing his cheek repeatedly over the rough bark of a tree several feet away from Peregrine. His tail beat back and forth and his eyes rolled back briefly as pure bliss crossed over his face.