Lion Head Mesa a-weema-weh

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It would have only taken him a moment, likely, to investigate whatever it was that his ward was looking at, and he might have even been able to move some of the stones aside so she could get whatever it was that she wanted to get. But that would get him dirty, and he wasn't terribly intrigued in whatever it was that canines found so interesting about nooks and crannies...Though he was disappointed when he noticed the blush of her cheek when she withdrew from her search. 

Fortunately- though, she began to clean herself, preening her fur and smoothing it out the same way he did, and it pleased him to see her mimic his actions. She was the most willing subject, and so long as he kept her fed and didn't pick at her mannerisms too much, he found that their life together, thus far, was quite peaceful. Sure she still had habits he wished to break, and she was still moved by her canine instincts- but she had to admit, she was learning. And he was charmed to see her begin to tidy herself up without being asked, or without him doing it for her. 

Relaxed as he was, and having been distracted by his ward's behavior, he had not seen the wolf as he picked his way up the slope, his tawny fur, ticked with slate and mottled with cream aiding him with the power of natural disguise. He'd called out, catching the cat's attention, and only a moment later the two locked eyes. At once, Virtute forgot his cleaning, and slid to his feet, rippling silently across the stoney landscape like a beige ribbon. "Stay," He hissed to Veritas as he glided past her, the tone of his voice demanding that she comply. With a yowling warcry, he descended toward the wolf, a fury of hooked claws and bared fangs.