The Sentinels Well that all depends what you qualify as friends

id say so!

they loped side by side, following the bleeding deer. she had run in a fairly straight line away from the wolves -- Cas' tongue lolled and he bumped Pearl's shoulder playfully as they continued on their trail.

presently, a spreading pool of red caught the Mayfair's eye -- he jerked his muzzle in the direction of a bracken clump, covered in snow.  "there she is." a pair of agonized liquid eyes stared back at the young wolf.