Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

He was lulled by the other wolf's preening. His eyes closed to the feel of gentle teeth pulling through the fibers of his coat, and he was contented not only by the rhythmic grooming but by the satisfaction of having a pristine coat once more. As Grrbark moved down toward his shoulders, Roo's head descended to lay across his paws. The whirr of the wind outside and it blew past the den provided a steady droning background noise that, combined with his contentment, just about caused him to succumb to sleep.

But he remembered that he had a favor to return, and he lifted his head again to grin at the brown male. "Your turn!" he chirped, and then he shifted himself and reached forward, having spotted a small twig entwined in the fur of his companion's shoulder. His teeth sought this alien thing, providing Grrbark did not reject his reciprocation.