City's Burning

The wolverine's happy tail wags and yips were reciprocated by the smoky black whale who's usually stoic facade had vanished when he caught sight of his brown furred friend. Now, a wide grin spread across his rugged countenance, nearly splitting his face. However, when the lightning struck the tree, setting it aflame, Arverk's demeanor immediately shifted from one happy to be reunited with a friend to a defensive stance. Velvety swarthy ears flattened against his skull, tail flicking agitatedly behind him as he surveyed the scene with barely concealed worry.

The whale followed Iqniq and Kroc when they began moving out, moving to fall in step beside the wolverine, nuzzling him in a friendly manner as he did so. I'm glad you're alive and here. Words were not needed to express his emotions; Arverk really didn't believe in words at all, preferring to use actions over it, which was what he did now.