Porcupine Ridge The Highs and Lows

Terich nodded. "Aye, its quite young." He watched her, could almost see the thoughts circling in her head, and sat down when she did. Terich enjoyed meeting others, though often he didn't call many wolves friends. Capriccio was his best friend, companion, confidante, and almost like a sister. They had grown up together under the watchful eye of their parents, learning things side by side, wrestling together with the other children, and getting into all sorts of trouble. While she seemed to have mellowed and matured, Terich wasn't so sure that path was for him. Living in this pack stifled him, but he didn't know what to do about it.

"It's not my favorite," he said softly, turning his blue eyes to her. Taggarik knew this, so it wasn't as if it was a secret. "I'm not overly fond of heights, but I bound myself to Taggarik and my companion Capriccio." He smiled softly, and shrugged one shoulder to show the meaninglessness of her knowing his fear. "I'm working on the height issue. Besides that, the wolves are great. Capri and I have been friends, nearly siblings, for as long as I can remember. So I feel at home here with her." He paused for a breath, wondering if Capri felt the same. "How do you like it so far?"