Phoenix Maplewood i'll wind up working in the thick of it

For a beat, slow and admiring, Phoenix watched Indra go. A hopeful glow of warmth spread like adrenaline through his veins, and the wolf surged after his kin so that he might take up an easy gallop at her slender hip. They went on like this for a while; Phoenix wasn't sure for how long, but he appreciated the physical strain and breathy quiet all the same. Soon he forgot the cold, his past, his hunger grievances, and emotional uncertainties, and he descended more and more into his natural state as the miles fell behind them. 

At some point, he thought he might liven their jaunt; so with a frolicking bound past the lithe Redleaf, he tossed her a challenging grin as he continued to stag-leap ahead.