Porcupine Ridge And the land of a billion lights

The black wolf was quick to mirror the bow of the other wolf, throwing his own front quarters downward, and allowing his backside and tail to sway. He held this for all but a moment before he rushed forward in the first move, his teeth gently seeking to tug an ear. He needed this play from time to time; it was a stress release and more important to helped forged the bonds between himself and his packmates.