shade

not crappy at all!!!

The dark wolf moved toward Arverk. She wondered at his progress in his training since she had left; she was eager to see it. And there he was, emerging from the woodwork, and the two approached one another as wolves often would. Tonravik sniffed at him, her own tail waving in turn. While she was tired from her journey, there was nothing quite like reuniting with her pack mates for the leader, who attempted to poke and prod with her snout to check for any new updates or scent changes.

Her dark lobes perked atop her head as she circled to step beside him, bowing some into an inviting play-bow. The spirits of the leader were high, and her tiredness could wait. A spar was as good a thing to rouse her as any, and as she rose from that movement, she feinted toward him with a loud snarl.