Whitebark Stream Discovery

Spring kept her guard up, but chuffed a laugh when the red and black furred male made a joke about the stream, calling it a river.  “Very much so.”  The brown and cream female responded with a slight smile, alighting her features.

The Delta of Phoenix Maplewood perked her ears, surprised that this male had only arrived a few days ago, she found herself started to trust the male, but then flipped her guard back up.  Knowing that she could not trust this lone wolf... not yet at least.  She had only just met him.  Keeping eye contact she started to pad up to the male, showing signs of domaine as she walked, not wanting him to get any ideas.  Plus it would not be smart for the male to attack her anyways.  She knew how to heal and had a pack.  This male would be all on his own, and if hurt fatally, he could die.  So Spring currently didn’t see him as a big threat, but just in case she wanted to keep her guard up.

As she padded closer to the red and black male, she answered his question about why she was here.  “Just taking a quick break from pack life.”  Spring explained briefly, not wanting to give away that Phoenix Maplewood was having problems.  Spring paused for a moment before adding.  “What’s your name?”  It was a simple question, but she preferred to call this stranger by his name, than nothing.  Spring stopped in her walk once she was a foot anyway from the male.  Her golden eyes meeting Magnus’s hazel.