Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

The other bellows his reply with a certain excitement he’s come to relate to the coy wolf. Yes, Merrick plans on having him meet this wolf. Perhaps it would be interesting. The Russian wolf thinks, he’s still unsettled by how she apparently has been following him for a fair amount of time without Uly’s knowledge. Maybe he really is just rusty. 

Though as the raven furred wolf dances forwards, Uly can’t help but still smile. He seems excited in having Uly meet her. So therefore he’ll indulge him. “Yes,” the massive wolf begins. “I look forward to meeting her.” He finishes, his white eyes looking fondly over the coy wolf. 

Then they both get interrupted by the birds flying overhead and Merrick glances back to him. Of course he has that mischievous glint in his eye. He’s offering a hunt and who is Uly to deny? He needs something to get his blood pumping anyhow. So he finalizes the hunt by a simple nod back a smirk also playing on his own muzzle as he lowers himself to the ground.