Grouse Thicket quercus

That compliment twittered his heart. Crowfeather almost could not hold his hips still, struggling to contain the sway of his dark tail. 

The strong silver figure went on to say that with practice, a pack was sure to take in Crowfeather. At these words the dark young wolf softened. There was a crestfallen look in that dull yellow that existed in his gaze. 

Wait! Where are you going?

The words were blurted before he could stop them. Crowfeather looked ashamed for several seconds, tassel finally ceasing its elated wag. 

I m- mean... let's share. I could keep helping you!