Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

It wasn't long before the focus of Falwasi and Dovev's attention began to speak, his physicality changing to less of a threat. Dovev remained on his toes as the brute sat down, his eyes remaining a respectful calm as the pair of Swiftcurrent gathered at one end of the Wapun Meadow that lead back to their river. What the stranger had to say was turning Dovev's triangular receptacles away, swivling farther back on his skull. Normally the action would signal fear or worry, but his ivory teeth were itching to be bared.

The Tuq, and later his pack, had never encountered the idea of a female loving another female. It remained a legend as he grew up, and although it was plausible, Dovev had never come across such a being. Perhaps the luxury was too costly- that far north, survival depended on having enough progeny to help hunt and patrol the large swathes of tundra that was his ancestral homeland. This Danica had approached Bazi, a female he had only met in formality, to pair up. The placid expression on Dovev's visage wavered slightly to one of confusion as the silver brute's story continued on. Perhaps there was some detail he forgot to include, but the notion of Bazi removing Danica from the pack... Dovev didn't know any of these wolves well enough to pass his own judgement. It was hard enough now to leap to his new leader's defense after that enthralling tale.

It's quite a tale to spin if it were false, the brute mused, half to himself, his porous nose sniffing the air, as if he could discern truth from fiction. Although he didn't really care about scandal, as he himself had been the centerpiece of some, this had turned his perspectives quite a bit.