Lost Creek Hollow Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?

Rannoch apologized for his intrusion right away and, while Nunataq was a tomboy in every aspect, she was still a girl, who knew, when to accept an apology with an airs of a queen. A small smile appeared in her lips and she yawned, indicating that the deal was sealed. They were good.

With this established, she got to her feet and approached the sturdy leader of the hollow, sniffing at him curiously and tracing his features and forms with her gaze. She could see similarities between him and his son Breccan (not that she knew their exact relationship) and, since she kind of liked the latter, she decided that the bigger version of her puppy rank-mate was going to be just as good.

While being absorbed in her inspection, she was oblivious and quite uninteressed, if the other wolf did the same, but, when she was done, the liberties of the other party were cut off as well. She retreated, to avoid any physical contact and gave him a toothy grin. Now, what?