Swiftcurrent Creek dogs howling at the moon

Fox studied him as he spoke, noting the way that, unlike many of the males here, he lacked the bulk. Razo made up for it with sleek lines that suggested a different kind of strength. He was clever, something that Fox was not, and she often missed his attempts at sarcasm and wit. It was a shame, considering he likely thought them out well in advance and they washed over her like an ocean wave on a boulder. Fox was terrible when it came to subtlety. Not only portraying it, but picking up on it.

His answer was vague, but she assumed that he wanted to keep it that way. Fox was perpetually on the lookout for somebody to stand by her side. She would only ever promote her mate to be a fellow Alpha, for she had never known anything different. Her parents had been leaders, and their parents as well. It was the way of the wolf. “So what exactly would make you feel that the creek was ‘fitting’?” Fox asked. She had her eyes on him, though they were softer now.