Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

Roofox slid into the den after him, blocking out the rush of wind overhead as he settled himself. In the dark underground, nervousness began to itch at Farstep's brain, but he was able to shove it aside. Freaking out and biting his companion was unlikely to solve any problems, and besides, it was here or out there. The gentle press of the foxwolf's side against his own would have to do for now, even though it was a tight fight and he was closer to the other wolf than he'd ever wanted to be. It was safe here and quickly warming. A nice, cozy place to fall asleep if only he could quell his unease.

Before he could squeeze shut his eyes and try to block out the claustrophobia, Farstep's ears lifted to the sound of Roofox's vocalization. He still had no idea what the other male was trying to tell him, but he responded with a gruff growl-bark of his own. Their conversation could very well have been about different things.

How's the weather, Roofox's sharper sounds might ask, while Farstep's gravelly response might've been, banged any good bitches lately? for all either of them knew. In any case, they couldn't understand one another on that level but did on another level: that of the wild. In the dim light, Farstep's eye zoned in on a peculiar piece of debris caught in Roofox's fur near his ear. Bothered by its intrusion on the other wolf's coat for some inexplicable reason, and having already established a non-threatening relationship with his fellow loner, the drifter didn't hesitate to reach forward and begin preening the other wolf's fur in an effort to dislodge the offending object.