Grouse Thicket quercus

Crowfeather was fine with the distance that had naturally spanned between them. He worried that the silver male would grow tired of his prowling behind. 

The other wolf did not, it seemed. Slowing, the silver man fell back in pace with the dark figure and asked how well he new their surroundings. 

Crowfeather felt his ears fall flat to his head. It was comical in appearance, those large dark auds. 

Not well, came his answer, apologetic in tone, as were the averted eyes. I'm new to these parts, you see.