Blacktail Deer Plateau wild country

Probably can't happen now. :( Junior might secretly carry a torch for Dante.~

Her head bobbed as he spoke. She enjoyed his deep timbre more than she actually listened to his words, though she paid enough attention to retain this information later. She wanted to impress Dante when she proved to be an exceptional study, even though the material was dry. And it was dry. Patrolling seemed like the most tediously boring task on earth.

She didn't say that, of course, as the youth didn't find this particular patrol boring at all. In fact, Junior was thrilling on the inside with each moment she got to spend with Dante, alone, in the dark... she found herself wanting to reach out and touch him. Physical contact was a normal sign of friendship and respect among wolves but she felt strangely heated and shy about it. She refrained.

"Dante," Junior said after a moment, "are my cuts bleeding?" It was perhaps a non sequitur but the wounds had honestly begun to sting and she wondered if they'd reopened somehow. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of Dante cleaning them for her. "They hurt," she murmured, though she smiled to show that she wasn't going to be a crybaby about it.