Lost Creek Hollow if you want, you can marry

wrapping this.  Hopefully someday I can bring this boy back

She began to play and Ashlar joined in with his usual easy eagerness.  He was not a leader but a follower always, much like his baba before him.  Other wilder wolves drew him, and when he played with Sionnach, she made him feel bolder.

As he let loose a few small and playful growls, he emerged from his own puddle to give her a muddy, wrestling hug, and likely they'd remain mired until parents came to collect their sodden swamp creatures.