Porcupine Ridge little bird cry no more

"Well, then extra congratulations are in order," he said with a smile, dipping his head in response to her curtsy. Terich's blue eyes flashed in the warm sunlight as he chuckled at her second observation, at which point he shook his head. "Oh no, not at all, Diane. We're all good - and bad - at certain things. Sometimes it takes us longer to find out what those things are, or to overcome something that we thought we'd do quickly." Perhaps he was talking more about himself than Diane here, but she didn't need to know that. His fear of heights was beginning to subside, but it wasn't altogether gone.

"You should be proud of yourself. Some wolves never learn how to catch a rabbit, even after years of practice." He stepped forward, not wanting to crowd her, but wanting to be closer so he didn't have to shout so much. She could keep her kill; he didn't even look in the direction of the dead hare at her feet. His tail swayed cordially behind narrow hips, again revealing his good nature. Terich liked the way she laughed, the way she ducked her head, and wondered at himself briefly. What would Capri think of this?