Blackfeather Woods we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones

:D

though wintersbane had not intended for it to, his silent snarl had intimidated her from an additional assault. guilt floods the tundrian immediately as he watches her slink back and his ears slick back to rest at half mast atop his skull, his shoulders dropping and his tail waving once against his hocks in an attempt to communicate to her that he hadn't intended to frighten her. that she was in no danger of being reprimanded nor physically hurt by him.

his praise, while utterly genuine, appeared to additionally work in his favor of assuring her that he was not angry. not too long after his praise had been offered and accepted by the varjostaja, a low growl emits from her followed by a booty wiggle that is meant to entice play. relief floods the tundrian in the wake of the guilt he'd felt previously. the silent snarl was forgiven then. he makes a mental note to be more mindful to curb some of his instinctual reactions around cubs ( the younger ones, at least ). wintersbane bows down in response, large paws patting the earth followed shortly after by a low, deep woof; a clear invitation for her to make the first move.