Porcupine Ridge The silver of a lake at night

Actually, nobody knows Farstep's name, not even him, because he can't understand speech nor speak himself! ^_^

He snatched his ears back when Novak grunted at him, then pressed them forward again questioningly. He tilted his snout down ever-so-slightly to view his fellow wolf straight on, but gleaned no understanding from Novak's eyes or body language, which was nearly unreadable due to stillness. Farstep's self was still as well but for the continued welcome wag of his tail, indicating a lack of severity. He canted his head to glance at the sky, noting the sun's progression absently, before glancing back at Novak, who continued to do not much of anything.

The beta male grunted a delayed response, then rolled his shoulders and broke into a trot. A side sweep of his muzzle toward the wolf's shoulder, where he aimed a companionable nip, was all the invitation he gave. Whether Novak joined him on border duty or not was his call, for the beta wolf was on the move with no signs of stopping.