Hoshor Plains wild heart

He could vaguely remember the altercation in the forest, but for some reason he'd glommed on to the fact he'd found another living thing, not the quality of that thing. It was what had driven Titmouse through the Bramblewood initially; what had set him off the path with Lagan and brought him to Liffey. He was by no means cognizant of these facts though. When Rannoch asked his question, Titmouse just rolled his shoulders and came slinking over towards the bigger wolf, his eyes slipping from the dark blot that was Redshank and to more interesting things.

Where we goin'? He asked next, boisterous and crackling in the manner of a prepubescent creature. His tail raised and wagged gayly behind him, enough so that his hips swayed a little bit too, and the grass around his butt was easily whacked away.