Porcupine Ridge And the land of a billion lights

As Taggarik nosed through his coarse guard hairs, Farstep fell prey to a light shiver down his spine. He held still only until the Alpha pulled away, and then promptly shook his coat to rid himself of the crawling sensation. He couldn't tell whether Taggarik smelled the faint hint of other wolves, stale and long gone, but he assumed the Alpha male had got the point from his voice and the wag of his tail. Farstep's own wagged in tandem as he dipped his front half toward the ground and slapped the snow with his forepaws. He had a job to complete in the form of the cache, but he wouldn't forget it even if he took a moment to engage Taggarik.