Lost Creek Hollow i hope you never get off friday's

it seemed fate wouldn't have the couple in the same, good mood as arbiter was in today. terance was actually feeling pretty prickly, and though he softened at his mate's arrival, it didn't shake the bad mood that plagued him. no, he grunted, though moved to give her a lick straight to the muzzle anyway, you'd think with so few wolves in this territory, it'd be covered in prey. but no, it seems they went with the liffnoch's too. his tail lashed, cat-like, and his green gaze steadied upon the distance so he wasn't glaring directly at arbiter.

but he tried to dial back the angst. he gave a heavy sigh and then glanced upon her, expression softening a bit more. how's your day been? he asked her, a trace of a smile across his features.