Porcupine Ridge The silver of a lake at night

Forgive me! I apologize, just rule that part out.

Novak cocked his head to the side, had the wolf not heard him? He hadn't spoken at all but his body language admitted silently that he head heard his greeting. Finally, he responded with a grunt instead of a word. This interested Novak, but he didn't mind. The still male was nipped on the shoulder as an invitation to join him in patrolling, and he nodded before associating them side by side to continue rounds.