Moonspear stay a thousand years

Antares swung his tail with a low rumble for a greeting when she closed in fully. His steps had slowed already and with a deep inhale, he listened about the rain soon as she came to him, and his mud. Noted, he thought. He had thought it strange too.. even in his inexperience, he got that sense from the older wolves, and with a keen enough sense of it for himself. Wonder why now? he supposed, casting an eye upwards before back to her. Gray, gray, gray. Everywhere was soaked.

Then, his mother drew his focus towards the little ones. I will, he assured her. It wasn't hard to do and he liked to guard their areas anyway when he wasn't tempted beyond, or upward to range where he'd never been before. Anyway, he did think highly enough his younger siblings--and cousins--so far to keep an eye out for him in all this nonsense weather. It gave him something better to do. Anything else to look out for? the yearling asked while his sights skirted over his dam's expression, infinitely curious despite his casual, quiet delivery.