Porcupine Ridge rose madder

She loped after the girl with casual ease – her lips parted with a playful quirk as she would aim gentle nips to the girl’s form, aiming to miss purposely. Her own tail waved through the air with sound content, allowing their forms to drift to wherever they so pleased.
 
This was the sort of aspect of pack life she missed from Argent Creek – the ease of play.. the comradery.  Something about Porcupine Ridge had allowed its members to fall in to such a state with ease, and for that she was grateful. They looked for respectful wolves at the borders, and Vuk had proved to be no different – though Capri wondered if females tended to appease Taggarik’s nature more.
 
With a sly grin, the Alpha stopped her quick pace, her posture bowing down now, rump wiggling in the air with the invitation for more serious play from her companion.