Broken Antler Fen A Saturday night kind of pink

Pearl nudged her mate, offering a small smile. "I don't know all the reasons for why they left, but I know it wasn't that. Wolves do crazy things, so they aren't always predictible, and you can't automatically assume anything about someone. You'll drive yourself crazy." She reasoned, pushing a patch of grass around with her paw. 

She fondly licked him back, letting him know it would all be alright. "It does, doesn't it?" she laughed, "I'm just teasing. You're the best mate I could dream of, and we'll get by."