Porcupine Ridge The Mona Lisa

Anwyl smiled to see the pretty black and white female get excited. Hunting porcupine with her did sound fun, and he couldn't wait till they got to it. He liked how Jhala listened to him when he spoke, and how she didn't think of him as a young boy like some of the others he'd met. It's not like he minded, but it was nice to make friends with someone nice and around his age. She nudged his shoulder, throwing him a goofy smile. He grinned back at her comment, maybe they could.

I don't see why not! But next time I'll whoop you for sure. No doubt about it. The yearling said in a teasing manner. He couldn't really imagine himself ever wanting to get intense with her again. Especially now that they were friends. He would feel too bad about challenging her. They would just have to see what the future held. Maybe someday he'd deserve that spot back. But their fight would still be a friendly spar really.