Porcupine Ridge black mousepad that needs a cleaning

Terich didn't know how to react to Taggarik's assumption that he and Capri were lovers. They had encountered it before, of course, but there was something soft and quiet in his alpha's voice that made Terich pause. Could that ever happen? Of course Terich's father, Shiloh, would have liked to see his son married to the beauty of Argent Creek, but Terich was uncertain. How would that even work? They already knew everything about each other, of course; that part would be easy. She was intelligent, beautiful, and strong. What else could a wolf ask for in a mate?

Instead of verbalizing any of this, Terich-mir simply shook his head as they walked, pondering Taggarik's unspoken suggestion. When he asked if Terich had ever caught a mouse before, Terich was glad for the distraction, and paused in his movement to ponder it. "Perhaps when I was small, but not recently." The smile that split his maw was gentle as his head canted to the side. "Seems like it wouldn't be easy."