Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

The silver wolf accepted the offer – the enthusiasm was unexpected, but the swarthy wolf kept a sharp eye on the male as he darted across the borders. Taking a casual lope forward, Constantine closed the distance between them, his jaws reaching out to gently grasp the boy’s gold-masked muzzle, a grip of welcome and dominance.
 
His own tongue smoothed across his lips, and taking a step back, his eyes drifted to Phoenix, who had remained quiet during the past few moments of conversation. “I’ll leave you to help him settle in,” he spoke, giving an idle flick of his tail. With that, the swarthy wolf left the two to their own devices for now – eager to seek out his pregnant mate and check in on her.