Hushed Willows friends will be friends

Seeing her smile take its shape, his tail wagged gently back too to relay his good-natured greeting, even as the tendrils of the hunt still thrummed in his blood. But, in winding down, he really hoped all was well with her; she probably shouldered a great deal here, he sensed, and now with puppies abounding, they all seemed busy in all of their own respective ways. Not one to overstep in those regards, he was always happiest to just help stock the caches and bring in the game.

Too close to puppies too young and he only could think about what he and Qilaq had missed out on last year before everything had gone wrong, left to scatter them both to the winds to their miseries. Despite their reunion and putting that all behind them, they never saw the opportunity to pursue this year--and he wondered what that meant, after it all but for this year, that was plenty fine. Now was not a good time for either of them, he knew that, but there had always been a long-ago what if in the back of his mind ever since his almost-cubs had died well before their time.

Point remained, he just didn't have a lot of positive face-to-face experience around very young pups, and wanted to give the mother's their rightful space more than he wanted to change that. He kept himself appropriately scarce, unless their food sources ran slim; then he only had more work to do.

It has, really.. but a lot has been happening, he said with a very obvious splay to his ears to match, almost apologetic, but it was him too. But my hunts have been good more often than not, so I have stayed busy, thankfully. They had a lot of mouths to feed, many of them growing. All is well for me, he returned with, despite the cloudy worries Mariposa had stirred or today's crummy luck, it didn't matter on the grand scheme--he would get through it. How about you?