Blacktail Deer Plateau Hunting in the leaves

He was quick to respond to the summon off his mother – Constantine might have been drifting to a state of independency, but that did not mean the boy would ever ignore his mother. Loping forward, his pace was a brisk trot that exuded new confidence and perhaps a bit of puppy joy at being able to claim some time with Blue Willow alone.
 
“Mom,” he greeted with a grin, his fiery eyes casting a glance around to ensure they were indeed alone. Fully grown, the youth still had some growing to do to fill out more, but his mother’s long limbs were still quite the contender. Tipping his muzzle, the boy chuffed a greeting as he touched his nose to the corner of her cheek, his tail giving an amicable swing through the air. “What’s up?”