Porcupine Ridge black mousepad that needs a cleaning

It was not that he had eyes for Terich's companion, although none would deny she was an attractive wolf and it was not that he didn't have eyes for her, either. He was a curious creature, and his mind could not help but wonder if the two were any more than platonic in their relationship. It mattered for the pack, and himself too, if they aspired to have pups some day.

Terich confirmed however that there was nothing more between them than friendship, joking that their deaths would be imminent if they were. Taggarik reciprocated the chuckle heartily. "That's how it starts sometimes," he teased, returning the silver male's earlier shoulder-nudge with one of his own.

Several paces later, as the black wolf's nose skimmed the snow, he paused abruptly to practically bury his face into the white fluff, snuffling and snorting as he breathed deep of the scents there. His tail waved behind him, and when he lifted his head, he bore a comical mask of snow. "You ever catch a mouse before?" he asked with a playful grin. They had just walked on to a fresh trail hidden beneath the powder.