Let's play a game

Found the perfecttt song for how Gavriil feels about Pump's reason for everything. Dreams by Fleetwood Mac
"You say you want your freedom
well who am I to keep you down/
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had"

Gavriil was nervous enough for the pair of them. His heart beat fast when the female for a split second lost her balance. As fast and as graceful as a hare escaping the jaws of death would she regained her balance. His heart slowed to a regular pace once the female started to come towards him, but it sped up again when she got within speaking distance of the cinnamon wolf. For a few moments Gavriil forgot all about the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and remembered how eye catching the female was. Her fur was placed upon her body in a way that framed her shape perfectly. Muscle was crowding nearly every inch of her skin. The way her ears fell upon her face looked odd for a wolf but it fit the she wolf quite nicely. Her face was welcoming and her eyes were like dark honey dripping from a silver spoon.

Gavriil listened intently as he always did when Pump spoke. He chuckled when the ebony female made the comment about Ragnar not being cute and fluffy. "The moment Ragnar is ever deemed cute and fluffy is the moment when I am deemed king of all the mice." Gavriil  attempted (poorly) to add humor to the conversation. Ragnar was a creature who should be respect. He was savage warrior with very few emotions (surely Thistle saw the ones he kept hidden inside). He was not kind, but he didn't need to be. He wasn't always a pleasant wolf to be around, but he didn't need to be. He was a warrior who would protect his pack mates with his life. That's all that was needed from the Viking.