Arrow Lake mocking those within

mid-roll on a particularly prickly piece of briar, thorn heard a bark -- he propped up onto his stomach, his pelt snow-dusted and expression that of surprise. his gaze caught the emblematic figure of diaspora's alpha -- with ears smooth against his skull and his posture bent lower, the yearling rose and bounded in turn to meet the basilisk.

if one thought thorn would be reserved in his movements given his lower station, they would be wrong -- with a smooth confidence that came from engaging in a pursuit one truly enjoyed, thorn rose to meet the granite teeth of his master. with a feinted nip for the brute's cheek, thorn instead went for lower leg -- expecting the clash of fang on his neck in quick rebute.