Blacktail Deer Plateau There might be coffee

When someone called his name, the swarthy male turned, his lips twitching slightly as his eyes fell on Fireblaze. He still didn't know what to make of her. She seemed vapid and flighty, though he'd heard she was making friends, so that was good. As she approached, he noted her lack of submission and he growled lightly and arched his head to remind her of her place; she was currently the lowest wolf on the totem pole.

"No, I can't risk walking down the slope," he told her, indicating his broken foot. He glanced sideways as the sun broke over the horizon and said nothing for a long moment as he admired it. When he turned back to Fireblaze, he added, "But I am thirsty, so if you want to come with me, I'm going to find a puddle or something. It's going to be slow going," he warned.