Whitebark Stream You make my heart feel like it's Summer.

The sound of another's approach lifted Artyom's golden ears, one of which swivelled atop his handsome crown in the direction of padding paws. He paused to turn toward it, a fond shine to his earthen irises as his gaze finds the ashen features of his aspiring Alphess. With a friendly sway of his tail, the hunter happily allowed her proximity by leaning into the touch to deliver a playful nip to her nearest cheek cheek.

"Not yet," he answered, striding forth once more to resume his patrol alongside her, "though I did cross paths with a she-wolf in the woods." Artyom lifted his muzzle, glancing out toward the nearby forest (and let's just pretend he fills Dawn in on that because Rebel has no idea how that thread will progress lol).

He returned attention to his sterling companion, "the evening is treating you kindly, да?"