Big Salmon Lake yodel-ay-hee-hoo

Thankfully, the stranger doesn't condemn him as harshly as he does himself. Relieved, he settles into the conversation more easily than he might have otherwise. Maybe that was nature's way of telling you it was time, He returns playfully as he halts at what he considers an appropriate distance for a conversation. As his movement ceases, a few tufts of fur drift off his flank and scatter into the wind, drawing his gaze for the briefest moment before his attention returns to the dark stranger. I'm next in that case, I think.