Arrow Lake Deep in the dark light

Phoenix was outright delighted that his company was both friendly and without reserve. Overly shy wolves tended to annoy him, and perpetual grumps were just no fun at all. This golden-eyed fairy showed no signs of either. He accepted the brush of her muzzle with a sharp grin and dive of his forefront into a play-inducing bow. Phoenix knew no better way to get to know someone than to roughhouse with them. Though certainly not the most tactful form of bonding at times, the young wolf would employ his willingness to play at any chance he got.

From the low point of his bend, he looked up at her, eyes twinkling impishly: Show me what you got!

Sorry! Thanks for your patience through my absence.