Porcupine Ridge Electrify me

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Perhaps all wolves had their own irrational fears. Diane's was water, clearly, and Terich-mir had his own fear of heights. Whatever had possessed him to move onto this ridge, where war and now inner turmoil reigned, was beyond his imaginings now. Capri had really chosen their destination, and ever willing to please, Terich had simply followed her lead. And now he was here, upon this ridge, as Capri grew closer to the dark alpha and further from him, her so-called "best friend." He felt a little low about it, but tried not to let it affect him. It was hard to do that, but at least he tried.

So when the snowmelt began, Terich-mir happily embraced the renewed water resources of their pack, and galloped through the shallow streams and creeks of the lower reaches, splashing like a pup through the water, flinging it every-which-way. He laughed at himself, at his ability to be jovial even during this tense time. Slowly the females were coming into heat, and with it came the madness of men. Terich-mir was lucky he wasn't affected, though he'd never truly thought about the source or reason. He just knew, from years past, that the rage and desire that filled most men, was absent within him. 

Terich came upon Diane, hunched and whining near a stream, and his ears flicked forward. Was she alright? "Diane," he called softly, stepping forward to stand near her. "Are you hurt?" He studied her carefully, bright blue eyes roaming over her form, trying to find the source of her discomfort. He found none. So he turned his head at her in question, and waited.