Larksong Grotto All I Need is Green

Zaavier chuckled as Aspen once again mused on about how crazy the two boys were. A crooked smile spread across his charming features. "Sweetheart, I'm always crazy." He replied with a mischievous look flaring behind his eyes. Charley told Zaavier that he owed him and the rusty boy shook his head with a care free attitude. 

"Nah, you're fine. Just helping out my pack members right?" He barked as his tail thumped against the earth. These two were fine wolves, and from what he took from their brief interactions, they were easy to get along with. He sunk back to the ground with a long moan of exhaustion. He hadn't done much today besides catching that fish, but his paws ached and his muscles tingled. It probably had to do with the lack of food. Low food levels were bad news.