Porcupine Ridge And the land of a billion lights

His subordinate was a true guardian of order. He appreciated everytime the immediate and full deference that he was shown. This time, it manifested in quick nips and nudges to the male's head and shoulders, playful and welcoming, like two buddies at the dog park meeting up. He did not recognize that Farstep presented his withers for him to partake of the scents on him, but he did nonetheless catch them, and paused in his companionable behavior to nose the furs there. Pine, and other muted smells.

He had only been there once, but his mind was like a trap for such things. He remembered the plateau well, remembered the faint traces of scent that were left behind when the wolves moved out. He even remembered his very brief encounter with a white male, but his scent was not upon his Gamma, and it seemed no one had come back there. He was pleased to know, and woofed softly and wagged his tail.