Bearclaw Valley -- i've dreamt this moment, so overdue

The girl complied with his wishes and was soon at his side, their coats intermingling with one another. Normally, he’d pull away, often irritated by his personal space being invaded, but this time he kept still. She was his friend, after all, and friends let one another get close—usually, anyways. Really, the only friendship he had to base his knowledge off of was the one with Kendra, and he’d often sought to be close to her. So, doing what he knew how, he pressed his muzzle to her neck and ran his nose through her fur, sniffing and assessing her, despite knowing that nothing had happened; it was a habit now, making sure she remained well in the days following their fight.

His attention was drawn back to Engel, at whom he stared for a good, long second before dismissing. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered, intentionally ignoring the comment about Reigi; it had surprised him, too, but he didn’t think it was a bad trait. “Remember what I said about the pack north of here—stay away from them.”