Porcupine Ridge Take a bow

Farstep was thankful he didn't need to wait too much longer, for although the language of the wild was his entire life, there was still something awkward about standing around and staring. Yet it would be unusual to engage in play with a complete stranger and exceedingly inappropriate to do so on the cusp of his pack's territory. He couldn't carry a conversation, so when Capriccio arrived, it was primely relief that he felt.

He returned her affection by swinging his head around and nipping fondly at her chin while pressing back his ears and drooping his tail. His eyes pulled narrower in deference. Jhala was all but forgotten as he paid respect to the leading she-wolf, and then he stood aside, giving Capriccio the floor. Whatever went on between them next, he now knew he would only half understand... or perhaps two-thirds, because the body was more powerful than the growls, grunts and barks they uttered.

He thought to remain close for a time, but when Taggarik brushed by, Farstep turned to follow. The Alpha male clearly thought Capriccio was fine on her own, and seeing the lead man on patrol stirred the desire in Farstep. He fell in line behind the black wolf, following precisely in his pawsteps and offering scent markings in places Taggarik passed over. Capriccio and Jhala were left alone, unless Taggarik and he were summoned back.