Let's play a game

It was a curious thought thinking about Pump as a pup. She seemed to love the water when she was young as did Gavriil. It was true that these facts were minuscule compared to all the events of each others past. They'd we're still little events, and they were remembered so that was all that was important.

Gavriil shook his head when his alpha spoke of what they needed to do to get the prey. Chasing prey into water would be fun for Gavriil especially with a pump by his side. 

It was true that Gavriil had befriended Ragnar quite well in the past few weeks. He considered him to be one of his best friends in the ridge, besides Pump and Thistle. At first Gavriil questioned Ragnar the more he learned about him from observations of other wolves. Once he started actually talking to the male, he has a lot of advice (good or bad Gavriil won't know till later). He was loyal and cunning. He was a good wolf all flaws aside. "He's a good guy Pump. I really am starting to like him. He's a good friend and a good packmate. You should be proud to have him a sour beta because I am." Gavriil spoke honestly of his packmate the Viking, Ragnar.