Hushed Willows Protect me Maria, don't let this siren cast her spell

Trick watched with great amusement at how the mother was able to Trick her ray of sunshine, her little son. A smirk painted his spotless obsidian face, eyes glinting in the dark. This whole trick might earn Tavi a few extra points in Trick's book, for it showed she was fairly intelligent. Trick always had more respect for more intelligent wolves. His eyes never left the pair, the mother bringing her squirming son to the den opening and at last returning.

He nodded. Tambourine sure had grown since Trick had seen the little guy for the first time. He was just about to respond, when the high-pitched voice of Tambourine called out. The bigger blob now hurried along to them again, and Trick was surprised he was noticed for the boy who had seemed to only have eyes for his mother. He raised his eyebrows and smiled in shock. He even grinned when the little guy repeated the first part of his name a few times. Hello there Tam. He said with his honey sweet voice, not expecting to be slapped as a sign of wanting to play.

Instinct took the man over, and he lowered his front body in a playful bow, tail wagging like a flag. For a moment he forgot about Tavi watching him, his attention focused on the little tan guy. He nosed the child in response, if the trick of a child wouldn't be fast enough to escape his wet nose, before replying to Tavi with a chuckle. Of course! I've always wanted to try sitting. Besides, you earn a day or two off anyway.