Porcupine Ridge All my life, I was never there

He expected something similar to his experience with Horcrux: a stand off, each trying to gauge the other and learn as much as possible whilst holding themselves at an arm's length. He also half expected Capriccio to reject his deference. It was what he'd come to expect as a loner interacting with any wolf, and it was hard to remember that he was no longer alone and that they were comrades. The nights would no longer be so cold and lonesome. Farstep still existed with that mindset, having not yet settled into Taggarik's intended scheme, so when Capriccio first dipped into a play bow, it took him some time to react accordingly.

But eventually, after a lengthy pause, he followed suit. His front half swept toward the dirty snow, his back end flagged high into the sky, and his tail cricked at its base to wave lopsidedly over his right hip. Capriccio's paw hit the dirt and Farstep was off, just like that, closing the distance with a low but jovial bound with the intent of rearing up and hooking his legs around her neck. His ultimate goal? To topple her, of course. They could play chase or they could wrestle, all depending on what she did next.