Whitefish River stay awhile and listen

for chronicler trade thread, anyone welcome!

The sun was low and eventually it faded to darkness. As the days grew shorter, Dorian was reminded that spring was right around the corner. He liked spring for various reasons, particularly cause pretty ladies wanted to talk to him! He knew it was all about the breeding but he still made some friends out of it. Or at least he hoped he could.

The young man would settle outside of his den, chewing thoughtfully on the leg of a small prey animal. Probably rabbit. He was musing to himself, wondering if he should seek out a pack mate and socialize. But before he could get up, pawsteps came toward him. The coywolf looked up, ears piqued in interest and his yellow eyes focusing on their form.

He gave a wag of his tail, inviting them closer.