Dragoncrest Cliffs I'm a toy, toy

The tickle in his nose is given thickness, lifting his head from the lake to spot another white wolf in the distance. At a distance, it appears to be looking into a mirror, but the reflection shatters by the time he’s close enough to voice his presence. His intention to catch his attention, however, is swept up with a sweep of his ears upon his head. The scent of the other familiar is more familiar than his face and he assumes one of the newer outsiders Heda allowed into the territory. They’d been reserved through the winter but the weather had been hard on all of them.
 
Arlo’s tail swishes a few times behind him as he offers a playful bark in return, his stance loose as he closes the distance between them.