Tuktu Hinterlands Travel Weary

Avoiding the eye crusts and inner nose canals belonging to the zoomed up face, Raynar tucks his chin in. The miniature increased space did not stop the taller wolf from smiling and touching his shoulder. Too late to bat that paw as the wolf steps back, Raynar drops his scowl. "Zachery? No, Za-Zaaiver! Zaavier!!! I couldn't get your name for some reason, wow." Raynar jerks to his paws, slamming them to stand. He was ecstatic, "I'm in these parts for two adolscent wolves of my childhood or two adult wolves." He chuckles, his beaming golden eyes expecting Laika to be coming since those two had left their birth packs together. Raynar happily pokes then lightly bites his cousin on the foreleg, barely delivering a pinch.