Whitefish River can you dig it?

As much as he wanted to keep pushing her away, the hybrid felt guilty for doing so. They were supposed to be leading this pack together; if he continued to push her away he knew it would have negative effects on the pack, and that was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. While he preferred to be a rogue and live on his own, he was determined to make this pack work – he had given up his former lifestyle in an attempt to pursue something different, and he was going to succeed. And in order to do so he needed to let the chocolate-coloured female in, no matter how badly he wanted to exile her from his thoughts. They were going to have to work together and show a united front in order for Neverwinter to flourish. Returning his attention to the silver-eyed female at his side when she responded to the comment he had made about Turquoise a smile fell across his dark lips. Shifting his paws to allow their coats to brush, the boy rolled his shoulders at her words as he watched her from the corner of his eye. “She was also asking about our relationship,” he commented, tongue rolling on the last word as he smacked her hindquarters once more with the tip of his tail. “I told her we’re doing just fine, don’t worry,” he cooed after a brief pause as he applied a slobbery kiss to her cheek. His former smile faltered as she replied to his question about her brother – the hybrid felt bad that she was not able to find him, but her words made sense. It was obvious that the coffee-coloured girl matching his pace was no longer the same wolf that he had first met in the Neverwinter forest weeks ago.