Fox's Glade stags

 
that garait did — there was no chagrin within him that the other had not accepted his offer. in time, if their paths again crossed, it would be a pleasure for the gaul. he need not hold this against skwol, and hoped that the pale man would understand such. winter was long to be without one's own desires, and garait nodded in understanding.
but first, a hunt, if skwol would accompany him; a show of good faith. the heavy gaul exhaled a plume of steam and ran his tongue along the ridges of his teeth, seafoam eyes alight with interest as he urged the snowy wolf to his side with an inviting roll of his broad shoulder. let them break bread; let skwol be well fed before he began his journey.