Whitefish River winsome athletic

the command in the unknown male's voice brought Casmir about with a start, his ears folding against his skull. He shrunk from the other wolf, though curiosity buoyed him somewhat, and he gathered his strength. "Uh ... um ... hello," the boy offered, his tail waving hopefully behind his hips. and yet he stepped away, unable to stop the hackles that bristled along his spine and shoulders.

A great sense of trepidation had overcome the boy, and he wished suddenly, violently, for the safety of his packlands.